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writtenbythe-stars · 1 year ago

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Can I ask you how Mingyu and Wonyoung see each other? They’re kpop idols. Thank you!

thanks for this request! i did my standard relationship spread here for these two and i thought it was really interesting, but i do want to say up front that i didn't get a very strong energy in this reading. that could just be on my end - sometimes you just don't get a vibe - or maybe the situation is very uncertain or changing rapidly, so nothing feels particularly definite - or it could be a sign that the energy and emotions between these two just aren't particularly strong (which isn't even necessarily to say that says anything about their relationship as a whole - it could just be that right now things are just chill!). i've alluded to this before but i'll call it out again - i use and like this particular spread and spreads like it because the spread itself doesn't necessarily speak to anything about the nature of the relationship, it's just about how they see each other and the relationship. so this would speak to a romantic relationship, sure, but you could also pretty fruitfully ask these questions about a friend, a family member, a coworker even. no matter the specifics, in every kind of relationship people have some kind of feeling about the other person, have a conception of themself and their role in the relationship. so that's just a general reminder, something to keep in mind for this reading and previous readings, and also, just, y'know, a reminder that you can request readings for non-romantic relationships.

mingyu & wonyoung, 11.21.24

querent: wonyoung, significator: knight of pentacles

okay, so! i looked at both of their charts and they're actually both very balanced in their energy, but i chose to read from wonyoung's perspective because she has a slight prevalence of earth energy in her chart, matching her virgo sun. that might also be another reason the energy here didn't feel particularly strong - they just both seem like they have very balanced energy, which can be a little harder to read.

how wonyoung sees herself: V of cups reversed

first, we look at how wonyoung sees herself in the relationship, and i pulled the v of cups reversed. so the fives all show how the suits deal with conflict or difficulties and in cups we see loss. in particular, fitting for the suit of cups, the emphasis is on the emotional reaction to the loss - grief, sorrow. but there's also an element of acceptance to that loss - in waite's illustration, only three cups are knocked over, but two remain - not all is lost, if we're able to turn and see. reversed, we see the primary energy of the upright card diverted or disrupted, but there are a few different ways it could go. on the one hand, it can be a simple negation - not accepting the loss shown in the cups, and so we make mistakes, put our energy in the wrong places, arising from this lack of acceptance. alternately, the reversal can shift the focus to those two remaining cups, representing either support from others (the two cups connecting to the two of cups) or simply an awareness of those cups - whereas in the v of cups upright, the figure is turned toward the spilled cups away from those that remain upright, reversed the figure turns toward those cups, retains an awareness of what's permanent and important in the face of sorrow.

so, i'm not very familiar with wonyoung or what's going on in her life, and i didn't want to influence my own reading too much by doing too much research, so i'm just going to read the energy and potential interpretations, and maybe that will resonate with something that's public knowledge or maybe it's referring to something entirely private (which i would really expect, actually, dealing with both a relationship reading and a card of grief). i see a few potential interpretations here, turning on the different interpretive strands i outlined above with the reversal. common to all of them is the sense that she's experienced some sorrow or loss recently, possibly in the relationship or just one that's affecting her experience in the relationship (like, it was very important to her, or it affected both of them). from there, the most straightforward interpretation is that she's refusing to accept this loss and she sees herself as fighting against it. and i think that fits with some of the later cards, like the Wheel of Fortune reversed, which i'll touch on when we get there. but i also got a sense of self-awareness here, especially in this position (how she sees herself) that i don't think entirely fits with this interpretation, so alternately (or in addition - she could be struggling between these two feelings) the focus is on the two cups remaining: coming out of this loss, she's really leaning on someone else to help support her (given the position and the overall reading, likely mingyu); or, she's come through this loss with a sense of what's really important, what remains even in times of loss, and she sees herself as bringing this kind of vision and self-awareness to the relationship (especially if the loss is somehow related to the relationship or affecting both of them).

how w sees m: II of swords reversed

next we look at how she sees mingyu, and i pulled the ii of swords reversed. i've had this card come up a few times in earlier readings, so i'll keep this discussion a little on the shorter side. upright, this card carries a sense of willful blindness - of keeping your problems at a distance by refusing to really see and address them, blocking yourself off from things, not really engaging, which keeps you at a distance from real connection and emotions too. reversed, this energy either comes to a breaking point - there's an inherent instability to this energy, just because you refuse to look at your problems doesn't mean they're not still there, you get overwhelmed by emotions or situations - or you choose to remove the blindfold, especially for seeing the truth (recalling the sword of Justice, the connection of swords to air and ideas) or for communicating (swords are also the suit of communication), for talking about issues, and actually connecting and opening ourselves up, removing the swords that were closing us off.

there are a few different ways i see of interpreting this card, and they tie into different interpretive threads with the v of cups as well. so, the first way of looking at this would connect to the first interpretation mentioned above - so, wonyoung sees mingyu as someone who's not really dealing with problems, who's been kind of holding himself at a distance from things, and is being / will be overwhelmed by them. so, maybe that ties into the loss represented in the v of cups in some way, or maybe this is especially in contrast to the final interpretation of the v of cups - where wonyoung sees herself as having this kind of understanding of what remains important, she sees mingyu as willfully blind and so getting overwhelmed by things, particularly emotions (the 2 recalls the High Priestess, the figure's seated pose resembles the High Priestess, directly behind the figure we see a large body of water - all connecting to the emotional, cups energy). alternately, though, she could see him as someone removing the blindfold and communicating - maybe with the ii of swords relating to the two remaining upright cups on the v of cups, suggesting that it's through this communication and openness that he's able to lend support, or maybe this communication and clarity is tied in some way to the self-awareness she has of what remains important in the face of loss. but in this thread of interpretation, she really sees him as someone who is now seeing clearly, speaking honestly, really communicating, again particularly about emotional matters (given all the water elements i listed above).

how w sees the relationship: Wheel of Fortune reversed

and finally we look at how wonyoung sees the relationship itself, and i pulled the Wheel of Fortune reversed. the Wheel of Fortune is the tenth card of the major arcana, and it is very much connected to the idea of cycles ending, the mysterious hands of fate turning the wheel, the inevitability of change and forces beyond our control - an earthquake, a random car accident, a layoff, an illness. so, this card often indicates a period of time in which events beyond the querent's control are changing the circumstances of their life. upright, the sense is that this person is adapting well to the change, or is taking this opportunity for greater understanding of her own life - seeing clearly what things are beyond our control is really important to understanding what is within our control, what we actually can do. reversed, there is a sense of struggle - you don't understand what's within your control, so you fight against things you can't control, or you fight against something that has already happened, when going back is impossible. one of the more niche interpretations here but an alternative is that, particularly for people who have been letting themselves be controlled by the wheel - who see too many things as just turns of the wheel of fate, like life just happens to them - the reversed Wheel can be an indication of a new awareness of the power in their life, a sense that it's not just all the Wheel.

so, i mentioned a niche interpretation, but most often the interpretation is the more traditional one - wonyoung sees the relationship as fighting against the tide, as maybe already at some kind of end or turning point (connected to the ten as cycles ending and beginning) and fighting against changing circumstances. there's especially a sense that this is about something external to the relationship, things outside their control. the sense of fighting against something, refusing to accept change, struggling against the inevitable - all of these call back to the V of cups reversed and the refusal to accept that loss, which may suggest that whatever that loss represents, it's something that is tied to the Wheel of Fortune - something external, driven by forces outside of her control. i brought up the niche interpretation, though, as this awareness of power in life could be connected to the awareness of what remains important interpretation of the V of cups reversed and the communication / clarity interpretation of the II of swords reversed as well. so, synthesizing, one potential interpretation of this first line of cards suggests that some kind of external change in circumstances led to a loss that in some way impacted the relationship, and herself as refusing to accept this loss and the relationship fighting against it, mingyu ignoring the issues, willfully blind and overwhelmed. an alternate interpretation, though, is that this same loss led to open communication and clarity with mingyu, and him providing some emotional support or clarity in the face of that loss for wonyoung, leading to the relationship or the two of them getting this new awareness of the power they do have in life, understanding what is and isn't within their control, what's important in the face of that loss.

and those two things may seem very different, but i do think it's a good illustration of the uncertainty of tarot and the role of free will - there's a lot those two circumstances have in common, and you can see all kinds of push and pull energy involved in the situation - grief and sorrow, avoiding problems and emotions and pushing them away, or being driven closer together, communication. and there are all kinds of other influences on every situation, and so it's most likely not 100% one or the other circumstance, but rather a kind of sliding scale, some moments more one way, some more others, based on our free will and our understanding of the lessons that may be there. so like, if wonyoung were sitting here, as a present querent, i might say that pushing for that communication from mingyu could help bring about more of the clarity aspects seen in the other cards.

how mingyu sees himself: IV of swords

that was a lot! but moving on to the cards looking from mingyu's perspective, first we look at how he sees himself. here, the IV of swords. this card actually came up in just the last reading i did, on nicholas galitzine, so i'll direct you there for a more thorough description. in short, though, to me this card has the energy of meditation - retreating inward in order to get your thoughts in order. and as with all of the swords, there's an edge here - this can stabilize you and give you strength, or it can be just about avoidance and isolation, and so it's not very healing.

we're in swords again, an interesting parallel between the way that wonyoung sees him and how he sees himself - both situated in that air energy of the swords, but where she is looking for that emotion and connection (tying into the water energy with the two) and reads the air energy he has as avoidance, he sees himself as in this kind of meditation retreat space - taking time alone, focused inward, to put his thoughts in order. and maybe that makes the communication interpretation of the II of swords reversed less likely, or maybe this time to get his thoughts in order is what makes it possible for those conversations to happen, and to really have the clarity that we saw in earlier cards.

how m sees w: queen of pentacles

next, we look at how mingyu sees wonyoung, and i pulled the queen of pentacles. so, the queens of each suit represent a sort of flowering of each suit, and in the queen of pentacles, we see a figure who expresses all of this pentacles energy, closely resembling the Empress. the queen figure is deeply nurturing, stable, connected to nature and more broadly the mundane experience of her life, finding deep meaning in it. i always see the queen of pentacles as a little bit like the quintessential well-off hippie mom, who's always nurturing those around her but also deeply in tune with herself and the world.

as far as interpretation goes, i think this card in this position is very straightfoward. while court cards can be an external influence, in the position of how he sees wonyoung and especially given that the significator was a knight of pentacles, to me mingyu sees her as very much embodying this queen of pentacles energy, this kind of nurturing, abundant, successful energy. it's interesting in the difference between this conception and how she sees herself, in that place of grief and loss - potentially suggesting either that he's not seeing this about her (when we imagine someone as so stable and nurturing, it's easy to miss when this kind of person actually needs to be nurtured) or could tie into the idea of awareness of what's important after loss, maybe he sees her as dealing with whatever the situation is better than him. it's also the first time we see pentacles energy in this reading, but far from the last.

how m sees the relationship: X of pentacles

finally, we look at how he sees the relationship itself, and i pulled the X of pentacles. so, right back in pentacles, and we have the ten - a card of completion, showing the fulfillment of the suit's cycle. in pentacles, we get a card of success, achievement, legacy. an old man sits surrounded by his family. they're surrounded by pentacles, throughout their daily lives, but they don't really pay them attention, sometimes feel a little restless but the predominant energy is this success and legacy.

so, we have a bit of an echo of the Wheel of Fortune here - the Wheel is the tenth card of the major arcana, connecting to all the tens. and so, they're both seeing this relationship in similar terms - the end of a cycle, potentially something coming to a close, potentially motivated by external forces indicated by the Wheel - but where mingyu sees this in this positive way - success, legacy, tied to the pentacles energy that he sees her as exemplifying - she sees it as resisting something somehow. there's a sense of change that always comes with the Wheel of Fortune that is really at odds with the very settled, legacy energy of the X of pentacles, so potentially he sees things as stable and she sees things as threatened by some change in circumstances that they're fighting against.

relationship strength: IX of pentacles reversed

next looking at a relationship strength, and we remain in pentacles, this time the 9. so, the 9s connect to the hermit, and have this energy of almost the end of the journey, of success but also some sacrifice that has been made to achieve it. so, upright, the ix of pentacles figure closely resembles the queen of pentacles and the empress, but the key difference is in that sense of solitude and sacrifice. the ix of pentacles represents someone who has been successful in creating the life she wants through discipline, borne out of a deep self-awareness - you have to know what you want in life and what you have to work from in order to create this kind of successful life. reversed, at a deep level, that self-awareness, that connection to the world and groundedness that's so important to pentacles, is lost. so, one way that can be expressed is through a lack of discipline - someone who always seems to move from project to project, no real connection to any of them, struggling to actually channel energy into useful purposes. but the other way that this reversal can be expressed is in understanding that lack of self-awareness. the satisfaction that should come from the disciplined success isn't there, and so we realize that maybe we haven't actually been successful, the sacrifice wasn't worth it, because we weren't acting from a true knowledge. because of the pentacles connection to wealth, this is often specifically a moment of realizing we can't depend solely on material wealth for happiness.

so, in the position of relationship strength, i think the lack of discipline interpretation is pretty unlikely. more likely is the latter interpretation, where the relationship in some way helps bring them to an understanding of what's truly important, what you truly want, something connected to that grounded pentacles energy - potentially related to materialism (especially in light of the ace of pentacles reversed below). i think this feels really tied to some of the earlier potential strands in the reading, especially coming from wonyoung's side - the awareness of what remains important in the v of cups reversed, the sense of clarity and communication in the ii of swords reversed - and, together with mingyu viewing wonyoung as the very grounded queen of pentacles, suggests that maybe this is a lesson he's learning, or that she has a firmer understanding of things so far.

relationship weakness: ace of pentacles reversed

the flip side now, a relationship weakness - and once again, we remain in pentacles, this time pulling the ace of pentacles reversed. so, all of the aces have this gift of the universe energy, a period of time infused with some new rush of the energy of their suit. in pentacles, this energy relates to nature, hard work, security, domesticity - the home and the family - and, most obviously, wealth. reversed, there are a few different potential threads of interpretation. most often, and clearest, the ace reversed can represent that corrupted pentacles energy - overdependence on security and comfort, and relatedly, mistrust of others, selfishness, extreme competition. and of course this can be specifically about materialism, but it can also manifest in, say, the workaholic - even if they're not obsessed with the wealth produced by their work, it's about this overvaluing of pentacles energy, detached from that which makes it really meaningful. this is one of the more negative interpretations of this card, but there are a couple of related and less negative interpretations. for one, the garden shown on the card can represent this Eden-like garden, a time in which you're sheltered and protected from the problems of life - possibly by family or other people (like living in your parents' house long after you can and should be moving towards independence because it's more comfortable) or possibly wealth is what creates the shelter - but in either way, the reversal indicates a time to leave the garden, to become independent and begin planting one's own garden. also in a similar vein, we see in the background a gate out of the garden, and framed through the gate, mountains (which symbolically tie to air, swords, wisdom). so, again, a call to leave the garden (and its pentacles energy) and move towards wisdom - often with these undertones of rejecting materialism, gaining a deeper understanding.

so, i went into a lot of the different interpretations of this card, but i do think that in the position of a relationship weakness, the most likely interpretation is that first one - a sense that the two of them or the relationship are overreliant on material security and comforts, mistrustful of others and competitive, too focused on work. but i went into all of those interpretations because it really strikes me that both the ix of pentacles reversed and the ace of pentacles reversed are really both speaking to two different sides of the same thing, speaking to a real potentiality, in my opinion. so, as a strength of the relationship, we see this potential for new understanding of what's truly important, what is necessary to ground our understanding around materiality and work, and as a weakness of the relationship we see this tendency towards the negative aspects of pentacles energy - suggesting a kind of push and pull between these forces, this potentiality for things to go either direction, a lot of uncertainty or flux.

relationship's direction: The Empress

last two cards, and first we look at the relationship's direction, where i pulled The Empress. The Empress continues this theme of really dominant pentacles energy, since (like the Magician is connected to fire / wands and the High Priestess to water / cups) she is connected to the earth and pentacles. So, the Empress is an expression of that energy - nurturing, motherhood (or, more precisely, a gender neutral expression of those maternal qualities we culturally assign to femininity/motherhood), fertility, sensual pleasures, free expression of emotions and pleasures. the card often represents a time of passion in life - a time when you really experience life through the physical, material, mundane, through your emotions, rather than through the mind, thinking. in its most positive expression, there is a satisfaction or even an understanding gained through the emotions, but in its more negative expressions it can point to an emotional approach when a more rational one is needed, someone who stubbornly refuses to put aside their emotions and look at things rationally, or indulgence when restraint is needed.

so the earth / pentacles energy is continuing into the future, based on the Empress, suggesting a period of time where passion, the emotions, the sensual or material enjoyment of life. i think the different ways that the Empress can be expressed - either satisfaction and understanding gained through emotions or stubborn emotions, indulgence - really resonate with this kind of push and pull, potentiality energy throughout this reading, where it feels like things are in flux and could very much go one way or the other - either towards excessive materialism or towards this understanding through emotions. one way of thinking about this would be that the continued pentacles energy is a bad thing, that if, say, materialism or workaholism is a potential issue, then what we need is something totally different. but pentacles energy isn't a problem in and of itself - the Empress resembles the queen of pentacles, reminds us of the potential and joy for truly grounded, aware pentacles energy. and the connection to the queen of pentacles suggests again that maybe it's wonyoung who is playing a bit of a greater role here, possibly the one who's looking for this new understanding, pushing for it.

advice for relationship: VII of swords

finally, we look at advice for the relationship, and here i pulled the vii of swords. so, the sevens are cards of victory, tied to the Chariot, and in swords we see a kind of victory, but it's a sneaky sort of victory, one that comes about through scheming, but in the illustration itself we see the card warning about the shortcomings of this kind of victory - the figure sneaking away can only carry five of the seven swords, leaving two behind (the two remaining also emphasizing the isolation of the figure sneaking off). there's a sense of craftiness in the vii of swords, a sense of hiding one's true plans or ambitions, trying to achieve victory through deceit and tricks.

as advice for the relationship, i see two potential strands of interpretation. in the first, we embrace the vii of swords - there are circumstances where this kind of trickiness is needed, is maybe the only path to victory, despite the shortcomings, so maybe this is a situation similar to the one they are in - or this card can be an encouragement to go it alone, to leave those two swords behind if necessary in order to get out. alternately, this card represents a warning - the two swords remaining recall the two cups left standing in the v of cups, where we started this reading, as well as the two of swords reversed. there's a sense, then, that any victory through these crafty schemes would involve leaving this behind - suggesting the hollowness of this kind of approach and what it would actually cost to leave these two swords behind.

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alyjojo · 7 months ago

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Thinking of You - June 🤞 2024 - Virgo

Whole of their energy towards Virgo: Queen of Pentacles

Well the message indicates you two both feeling deeply drawn to each other, and a depth that the average connection doesn’t have - but what kind of connection that is, I’m not sure. They feel you’re meant to be in their life, but I don’t see much talking. They know you’ve been through a lot recently, have more or less battled to be where you are today, and there is still a lot you’re healing from - but you’re doing it. They see you positively, lovingly, and either you’ve recently fallen victim to some kind of a scam or they have, and the other one *knew* this and said something - because that’s being acknowledged. I’m hearing “I told you so.”

Feelings: The Moon rev

This is clearing the air of any confusion or fear that may exist or has - and it’s clarified by a lot of…I guess “trauma dumping” would be the best way to describe this. It’s heavily emotional, not holding anything back, even has bits of aggression, anger, resentment, just letting it alllll out. A major venting session. You or them, either or, it brought or will bring a lot of clarity to the situation and how you/they feel about what’s going on - though there’s still a lack for what to do about it. All that can be done is healing it looks like. I’m not sure if the one causing the trauma is either of you, I don’t think so. Could be a good friend/family member that supports you but like, they’re on the outside 🤷‍♂️

Intentions: 4 Cups rev

Ha. Now is see, Spirit is repeating the message I didn’t get the first time - that could relate to this somehow. Or I’m a dunce. That could relate too. Someone’s gone through a major breakup and that’s where the heaviness and complete floodgate of emotions is coming from. Again, doesn’t feel like you, could be, but for most it’s like your best friend/sibling and you’re mopping up their tears from this douchebag YOU SAID was a douchebag the minute they walked in the door in a dirty hat so…what did they expect? Nasty hat wearing bish 😒 Or it’s you venting to them and same, they had a feeling, you two have that kind of connection. They feel there’s nothing they can do about it, and there’s not, but they’d like to give whoever a piece of their mind, probably in your defense.

Actions: King of Swords rev

Oh yeah, they’d definitely like to say a thing or two to this person that’s hurt you, or that’s switched, but for the sake of peace (and maturity), maybe to ease this person’s/your mind - they’re not going to say anything, they’ll just judge silently at how dumb this person is and if they had a say in it they’d xyz. It’s also possible they’re giving you some space while you clear your head and heal from some rough patch in your life - or that’s the intention anyway.

Messages:

Their side:

- I feel so drawn to you.

- It’s DESTINY baby!

Your side:

- I am entranced by you 😵‍💫

- Obsessed with work 👨‍⚖️

Oracles:

Blind 😵

Awkward - Unknown - Vision Problems

Indulcement 💵

Persuasion - Bribe - Temptation

Possible signs:

Libra, Pisces, Gemini, Taurus, Virgo & Capricorn

If you’re dealing with:

The Star rev, Page of Cups underneath shows a lack of hope or belief in romance, flirtatious energy, or good news. Like you don’t deserve these things, or you don’t believe you can have them based on something you’ve recently gone through. Of course you do. After the healing, that’s the most important thing. Your energy sends out vibrations to bring in your ideal match for person/friends/life, make sure you’re coming from an authentically “you” place, in all of the best ways. Do whatever you like to do most - more, and healthy stuff more, that’s a good place to start. Attract healthy by being healthy. These could be you or them, either/or.

Aries - one of you has let go of the past and everything in it, the other is still hanging on

Taurus - idealistic about a lack of love, could be trying to lovebomb and you’re not feeling it, it’s not authentic or something with them - or it’s giving “desperate”

Gemini - they tried, it didn’t work, nothing is growing in a positive way, time to move on

Cancer - only dating someone to piss you off, or the person they’re dating is an asshole, maybe doesn’t like you or vice versa

Leo - the end is a heavy burden to bear - or it’s the end of a burdensome situation

Virgo - no intentions of cooperating with you

Libra - has a lot of options other than you, or what you want/advise, or you do, and someone is concerned about it

Scorpio - could come back around suddenly wanting you back, it’s unexpected 😍

Sagittarius - not feeling it, not confident, so they’re not moving forward until they are

Capricorn - no desire to move something forward because it doesn’t make them happy, or they’re unhappy in general

Aquarius - an unstable work/home situation is improving, slowly but surely

Pisces - has a crush on you but won’t do anything about it - or switch 🫣

#virgo #thinking of you #june 2024 #astrology #zodiac signs #tarot reading #tarot

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morfinwen · 2 years ago

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zutara: 10, 12, 16, 27, 30 :)

*gradually going through the asks in my inbox to justify reblogging more asks*

10. What two songs, two books and two luxury items do they take to a desert island?

Zuko: A very old, traditional Fire Nation song; probably a love song, though he’d insist (while blushing) that that isn’t why he picked it, a copy of Love Amongst the Dragons, and his dao swords.

Katara: An old Southern Water Tribe song, a lullaby or old story in musical form, a cookbook of fish and plants most likely to be on said island, and (not sure how much this counts as a 'luxury') a Water Tribe hunting spear or canoe, whichever she finds more useful/harder to replace.

12. What first changes when it starts getting serious?

(It starts out pretty serious. Even apart from Zuko’s position as Fire Lord adding immense weight to any romantic interactions, they’re not the kind of people to flirt for the sake of flirting or date without at least the possibility of something coming of it.)

When it comes to the point where it shifts from “I really like you and want to see where this goes” to “I want to marry you”, it actually results in them spending less time together at first -- not a lot, but Zuko suddenly has extra meetings with his advisors (to figure out the political repercussions, how best to broach it on the world stage, etc.), and Katara is suddenly spending extra time researching and looking into Fire Nation customs and expectations. When they are together, they have a few stilted conversations, as they try to work out (without coming out and saying it) if the other is as open to the idea of marriage as they are.

16. When the zombie apocalypse comes, how do they cope together?

Like … zombie apocalypse dream team.

They're both excellent fighters with a fair amount of experience surviving on their own. Katara can heal and find and produce water from almost anywhere, and Zuko can start fires to keep them warm, boil water, cook food, and fight off zombies.

One of the biggest issues i have with zombie stories is the lack of community building; it would solve too many issues, so either the community falls apart or nobody even tries to build one. There's basically no way Zuko and Katara, two people naturally drawn towards leadership and helping the helpless, wouldn't end up starting or joining and improving some kind of settlement.

27. Why do their friends get annoyed with them?

First they get annoyed because i have to say the common z/k trope of them both pining but resisting saying anything, because they think it won’t work or the other isn’t interested, strikes me as very, very accurate. Also my take on post-canon is that Zuko knows he loves her but thinks Katara doesn’t feel the same, and it takes Katara a while to realize that she does, and both of them are very stubborn.

Once they’re together, they annoy their friends both by being practical wet blankets on their friends’ half-serious suggested shenanigans, and then turning around and pulling off outrageously ill-advised ideas without back-up. I mean, Zuko was willing to free the Avatar from one of his own country’s top military men, without backup, and Katara got herself arrested on purpose and started a revolt on a prison barge.

30. Why does it work (or not work) between them?

They are opposites in ways that attract, and similar in ways that matter. They are deeply hurt people who care very deeply, about each other, about other people, about doing the right thing even when it's hard. And even if/when they can't justify being together for their own sakes -- Zuko and Katara both being people to set aside their own happiness for the greater good -- it's so plainly in the other's best interest to be together that they can't argue for breaking up. So basically, they work so well together that it works out. :-)

Thanks for asking!!

#ask #answer #zutara #s: eric's song #zuko #katara #a:tla #ioannemos

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gccdwitch · 6 months ago

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Alfie pffts and waves his hand in clear dismissal. “Fret not, Elswood. I assure you everyone I go out with is already smitten with me. I tend to have that effect on people. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed.” Though he looks extremely smug as he says that, the shrug he does is casual, the picture of humility almost. “Well, you really don’t have that much competition. Most people give up after I get annoyed enough that things near them end up sliced in half. It’s called self-preservation, I believe.” A bitterness slips into his voice as he admits as much, his expression growing more serious at his own reminder. Ches, too, would be wiser to give up on interacting with him, especially in the way they do, but if there’s one thing that Alfie has learned about her through the years is that her sense of the aforementioned self-preservation is nearly entirely lacking. Cue the asshole of an ex-fiancée and constantly putting herself in danger and their rivalry. Alfie heaves a deep sigh, running his hand through his hair both out of mild annoyance and to fix the mess she’s made out of it. “Well, I sure hope you do not mean a partner in the romantic sense. Because that’s weird. And uncomfortable.” He loathed it when someone suggested that he and Quinn could be involved romantically, no matter how serious or joking. It was a frequent occurrence, of course (because Gods forbid two people of the opposite sex lived together) but it didn’t make it any less bothersome. Quinn was his best friend, one of the best people he knew and the one he trusted the most on this world. And that’s it. He’s never had any sort of romantic attraction or intention towards her and thank fuck for that. “I don’t want to listen to you when you’re spewing bullshit. Try saying something normal for a change and maybe I might consider listening to you.” Alfie purses his lips. “And Elijah should count. We’re still friends and we met when we were children so basically, we’ve kept our friendship the entire team. That sounds right.” It doesn’t, not really, but he doesn’t want Ches to be correct either.

“And did it occur to you that maybe I didn’t want your attention but I just wanted to see you fall flat on your ass?” Alfie cocks an eyebrow, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Sure, he had wanted her attention, at least for a little bit. It had been a while since they’ve been mean to each other and a part of him was starting to miss it. But his plan had truly been just to trip Ches and then run away before she can exact her revenge, spend the next week in anticipation for her to strike back maybe. He hadn’t expected to linger, to have a seemingly proper conversation about their relationship. Alfie also doesn’t expect her to start crying. “Oh nooo.” Horror fills his expression as he sees the tears flowing down Ches’ cheeks. “No, no, no, no.” He holds his hands up in panic though he doesn’t dare actually touch her, head swiveling from side to side as he searches for someone who could help him out. Where the fuck was Quinn when someone actually needed her? Either Balo or Zander magically appearing next to them would be fucking grant but they don’t and he can’t find them in the crowd either. Alfie really didn’t think that whatever he said could make Ches cry. Get kind of annoyed at him, sure, but he wasn’t expecting fucking tears of all things and now he feels extremely uncomfortable. “Do you want to punch me? Would that make you feel better?” Truly the best solution to his current problem would probably be to dip. Run away and leave a crying Ches to fend for herself. But he can’t imagine his cousins would be very happy with him if he did that and he doesn’t want to get scolded or to disappoint them. They’re like, his favorite family members. “Oh.” Her offer has him scrunching up his face, looking very much like he’d eaten something sour, eyes flitting all around the room in search for an escape route once more. “I appreciate the gesture,” Alfie says, barely forcing himself to get the words out, “but you don’t have to do that. Seriously. You can just… go and chill with whoever you want. Don’t let me stop you from hanging out with your friends. I’ll be fine. I was going to be with Elijah and Jesse and the others and, like, I don’t know, do you really want to sit with them? I don’t think so.”

Maybe Ches could have argued with him more about the pegasi, but in actuality he wasn’t far off. Plus she’d been a bit too focused on following through with the next step of the game, grinning as he calls her an asshole. What was she supposed to do when he laid out his cards on the table so clearly for her? “Getting someone to go out with you and getting them to fall for you are entirely different things. You’re bragging about the easy part, babe.” If she was being honest, as irritating and obnoxious was, he probably could do the hard part too if he’d actually bothered trying. Not that she’d ever tell him that, there was no fun to be had in such a thing. Although, her smile faults for a moment when he brings up her relationship history. Did he really have to bring her engagement into this? She schools her expression, shrugging. “Maybe, and yet you didn’t deny that I'm your favorite. I must be doing something right.” She said, and maybe he had a point to bring it up. After all, even she could tell that everything with James had distracted her from her rivalry with Alfie. If he wanted her to put more effort in, well, she was happy to oblige, she just had to wait for the best moment to strike. And when he reaches out to mess up her hair, she tries to pull away, okay maybe she’d earned this but did he have to get so close to do it? “I didn’t say friends, I said partners, and this is the second time I’ve had to correct you because you didn’t listen to what I said in the last few minutes. I feel like we’re drifting apart, Fettuccine.” Ches lets out a dramatic sigh, “and you know Elijah doesn’t count; he wouldn’t even talk to you for years.”

For a brief moment, she frowns after Alfie refuses her offer to help him up. Well, she’d been trying to be nice for once, but if the roles were reversed, it wasn’t like she’d trust him to have good intentions with the gesture. But, he’d certainly gave her inspiration for her next move. “Hey, I didn’t rate you a zero out of ten, I rated this specific attempt for my attention a zero.” She said softly, her tone weirdly serious for the conversation. “But I see your point, I’m being unfairly harsh. You’re standing here making an attempt, and I haven’t been spending enough time with you lately because James keeps harassing me, and yet I had the audacity of telling you it’s not enough. I’m sorry.” She said, tears forming in her eyes. The ability to cry on command certainly had its uses, and if it threw him off for even a second, it’d probably be worth triggering herself by thinking about her mother’s body for a moment to get them flowing. “I’ll make it up to you.” She adds, trying to wipe the waterworks away for realism’s sake, although she doubted she could stop crying now even if she wanted to. “Where are you sitting? I’ll join you. I was gonna sit with Zander and Lucy but��”

#alfie ˚₊‧⁺˖ threads #likeswallowstosea #alfie cabrera & ches elswood #verse ˚₊‧⁺˖ arcadia #murder tw #death tw #// i can't believe we already have two arcadia threads with these tw tags jjskj #// sometimes self-care is writing these two gremlins in between studying for your exams and also massively overwriting bc why not hi ilysm!#// 'where is quinn' he asks like he didn't ditch her himself ten minutes ago #// also ches managed to make him uncomfy but HOLY SHIT CHILD

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lynnie-ee · 2 years ago

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thank you for your answer! if you don't mind, could you please write headcanons for a romantic poly Ruggie x fem!reader x Jade? in which reader is very artistic and affectionate! of course, if you don't want to write a poly for these specific characters, separated headcanons are fine as well!

╰┈➤"Why date just one vicehousewarden when you could be with two of them? Just be careful, they work quite a lot."

╰►Intended female reader but I realized I didn’t use any specific pronoun though, headcannons, 644 words.

╰►Note: Thanks for requesting! English is not my first language, so feel free to tell me if there's any grammatical mistake <3.

╰►Masterlist.

⤿

➼ It’s easy to think a polyamorous relationship wouldn’t work with them, at the beginning. Ruggie doesn’t like to share, and Jade would rather have your eyes focusing only on him. But they’ll be willing to change their perspective for you…and the food, of course.

⤿

➼ Besides the mutual affection they felt for you, they also started to get along when they realized they had more things in common. Jade loves to cook (mushrooms) and Ruggie won’t deny any free food that’s offered to him…And that’s how they manage to improve the relationship between you three.

⤿

➼ They’re the kind of boys to never let you alone, even if you think you are. Not in an invasive way, of course. Like, if you’re alone or with your friends and you feel someone’s periodically gazing at you, it’ll probably be one of them. Or both.

⤿

➼ Ruggie likes to check on you regularly while he runs to complete Leona’s errands, and he’ll also look for you as soon as he gets free time, sometimes he even brings extra food he got or a small treat he bought with a great discount.

⤿

➼ Jade also watches you from afar if he sees you’re with your first-year friends, but he’s the kind to bring you stuff he sees you might need. A pencil before your class, an energy drink if you look sleepy, or a hair tie if you have long hair.

⤿

➼ Of course, is natural for you to want to do something in return. No matter what’s your love language, they’ll be more than pleased with any demonstration of affection. If you’re artistic, any kind of git will be cherished by the boys; if it’s a painting, Jade will hang it next to his terrariums, if it’s a small sculpture, Ruggie will save it with his most treasured belongings.

⤿

➼ And if you tend to be clingy or you like to cuddle, they’ll be more than happy to indulge you…As soon as they have time, of course. It’s rare for them to be free at the same time, so they’ll most likely spend time with you when the other is busy. Jade might be closer to you during school hours before his shift at Mostro Lounge starts, and Ruggie will be next to you during the afternoon, while Leona takes his nap.

⤿

➼ But when the weekend arrives, it’s when you’ll be able to see them more. They still have things to do, but they manage to set dates that compensate for their possible lack of presence during school days. Dates at Ramshackle dorm are more common, as both of them cook lunch and you pick a movie for later. The three of you eat while chatting about how much work all of you had, among a lot of other things. Then, it's expected for you to go to the couch, sitting with your back resting on Jade’s chest, while you pet Ruggie’s head, as he’s resting it on your lap.

⤿

➼ If you decide to walk towards the city, it’ll be up to you if you want to show a little bit of PDA, just a bit. Not any kind of passionate kiss or something, as they’re both more comfortable doing so in private, but if you hold both of their hands as you walk through the streets, any of them will complain.

⤿

➼ In general, it’s a nice relationship as soon as they get used to each other’s presence and combine their interests and schedules to improve the way all of you spend time together, and you’ll get a lot of help from them, as they want to ease the amount of stress you go through thanks to the workload Crowley gives you. Just two nice boys being lovely, you could say. Even if your friends don’t seem to agree with you on your description of your partners. They’re still scared of them after the overblots incidents.

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thelampisaflashlight · 2 years ago

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Today I give you a handful of ghouls befriending an emotionally withdrawn sibling of sin, because why not. Basically just the ghouls going, “That one? That one.” Below the cut.

Aether: For him, it’s a lot like dealing with some combination of Mountain and Dew before he actually got to know them. Imposing in a way, but also not entirely what he expected them to be like one on one.

They’re respectful and nice enough, but nothing bleeds through the “mask” they’ve created for themself, and for someone who wears his heart on his sleeve, it leaves Aether feeling a little confused about how they feel about him.

He isn’t sure if they’re just tolerating him, or if they actually like him, but the way the other person listens and acknowledges things he’s done or said, even months later, makes Aether feel a bit less troubled about the whole thing.

In the end, Aether does get them to open up a little more to him, if only through little check-ins every now in then, because he thrives on their honesty. Overall, they’re not best friends, but they can hold a conversation and that’s enough for Aether right now.

Dewdrop: He gets it. Honestly, he understands why someone would shut people out the way they do, acting neutral so that people don’t see how much is going on behind your eyes... Which is exactly why he can’t help but “nudge” this person a little.

He wouldn’t call it bullying them exactly, but he does tease them a bit every now and then, probably more than he should given how he’s felt in the past dealing with similar goading from others. Maybe part of him wants to see them cry or scream or get angry with him, but they don’t do that.

They frustrate him instead.

It takes a lot of time for Dew to realize this must be how others feel at times dealing with him, and that maybe taking the antagonistic approach rather than coming from an empathetic standpoint was a bad move.

He does apologize for it eventually, multiple long conversations are had, and the two form a pretty solid bond, even if nobody really gets it, since nothing about their outside interactions have changed in the slightest.

It is, what it is.

Multi/Swiss: He takes it a little personally at first, not gonna lie. From day one he’s convinced this person does not like him, and it kind of stings even if he normally wouldn’t care.

Their lack of reaction to his antics makes him feel awkward and a little embarrassed, but then there’s this strong desire to get a reaction out of them, but he doesn’t go the same teasing route as Dew.

No, Swiss is determined to make this person laugh no matter what.

He tries cracking jokes, dancing around, playing tricks... and none of it really gets the other’s attention, until one day he tells the worst pun imaginable to a group of people, not even aware that the other is present, and while everyone else is groaning about it, he hears an unfamiliar laugh.

He tells them another one and they crack up even more, and, unholy father below, Swiss is living for it. It takes a few more jokes and a great deal of effort on both ends to meet each other in the middle, but ultimately they become great friends, even if the foundations of their relationship are forged in terrible puns.

Rain: He doesn’t even really have to try in a weird way, the two just sort of wind up gravitating towards a lot of the same locations in the ministry, hanging out in silence together, tolerating each other’s presence without really acknowledging it aloud.

The first time Rain actually says something to them beyond “hello”, he’s surprised they even know his name, and it’s enough.

It’s enough, until it isn’t anymore.

Eventually, Rain gets curious, he wants to know more about his quiet companion, but it always feels like he’s talking about himself and knows basically nothing about them or what they’re thinking, let alone how they feel.

It’s not until the other confides in him on a day where their usual silence is beyond deafening, that Rain starts to see the cracks in the walls they’ve put up around them.

It’s also when Rain realizes that they trust him.

It’s a bittersweet feeling for certain.

Bonus Copia: As glad as he is to see his ghouls making friends, he does worry that they’re coming on a bit too strong... though he is admittedly also a little concerned that one of his followers seems to be, for lack of a better word, depressed.

Maybe he should try talking to them a little bit, see how he can help them... offer them a rat in these trying times, who knows.

#Lamp rambles #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #ghost band #the band ghost #The ghouls see someone who has no interest in them and go 'yes that'll do'

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phoenixyfriend · 4 years ago

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Jangobi 5 for the soulmate thing? Because that would make the fight on kamino just *chef's kiss*

soulmate au prompts

5. the one where you don’t know your soulmate until you touch them.

Apparently there’s never any skin to skin contact in the movie? Because armor? So......... we’re gonna just. Quick little thing.

Also I’ve been doing a lot of “marginally less shitty” Jango, but this is just-as-shitty-as-canon Jango. It’s, uh, not much of a romance, because Kamino. Actually it’s mostly just a lot of angry yelling about human rights violations.

...I’m sure they’ll get together eventually. It’s just, you know... it’s going to take a while.

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Jango’s heard about this Jedi.

The man isn’t famous, or particularly acclaimed. It’s just that Mandalorians gossip, and Death Watch isn’t exempt, and Dred Priest still has friends in the terrorist group. So do a few others.

(Jango sometimes wonders if he’d have invited Priest, had he knows the monster was only a step away from being Death Watch himself.)

(Probably not.)

(He’d at least have been able to see the battle circles coming.)

Death Watch hates one specific Jedi above all others: Obi-Wan Kenobi.

It’s almost enough to make a man like the pretty bastard, except the reason Death Watch hates this specific Jedi is because he kept Duchess Kryze alive, and Jango isn’t much of a fan of hers, either.

In the moment, though, the main thing this all means is that Obi-Wan Kenobi knows Mandalorian customs.

First meetings, out of armor, mean ensuring the arm clasp has skin contact.

His eyes flick down to where Jango is reflexively pulling up his sleeves, and the man just... does the same, sodden as the beige-on-brown-on-dark-brown robes are.

Jango can’t just play it off. He has to, ugh, arm clasp with a Jedi.

Kenobi probably guesses how unpleasant this is for him, going by the grim little smile that he wears, the one Taun We can’t read and Jango can, but they touch forearms and le--

They do not let go.

“Oh kriff,” Kenobi swears, and then it’s just... it’s too late. It’s too late to stop anything.

“Jetii,” Jango spits as if it’s a swear.

He doesn’t want to be soulmates with a Jedi. No sane person ever wants to be soulmates with a Jedi, but as a Mandalorian, and as specifically Jango Fett, who signed onto this project for revenge against Jedi, the idea is just... excruciating.

“For revenge? Not entirely unexpected, but I’m still somehow disappointed.”

“Stay out of my head.”

Kenobi smiles at him, completely devoid of anything but the blackest of humor. “Are you staying out of mine?”

And, well, no. They’re soulmates. Kenobi has more of an idea on how to control how far his mind wanders into Jango’s, but in this moment, just seconds after being bound together by the universe... Jango’s slamming into Kenobi’s shields with an embarrassing lack of control.

“Is something the matter?” Taun We asks.

“I do believe we need to speak alone,” Kenobi says. “Unfortunate timing, but this is our first meeting, and it appears we are soulmates.”

“Ah. We were informed of the human tendency towards such.” She blinks, too large eyes impossible to read for Kenobi, but entirely readable for Jango after all these years. She’s irritated. “I apologize, but it appears we were unable to remove such unpredictability from the product.”

A wave of revulsion leaks out of Kenobi’s mind and into Jango’s. The man just nods. “I understand. As it is, I imagine that the near instantaneous communication on the battlefield will be a boon, if any are bonded to each other or to active soldiers.”

“I defer to your judgement as client, Master Kenobi,” Taun We hums, still irritable. It’s less visible in her face, but... Kenobi can feel it. “I shall leave you to get... acquainted.”

Aaaaaaaand she’s expecting them to sleep together the second she turns her back. The disgust she feels at the thought of such carnal activities is thirdhand to Jango, but he can still feel it, because Kenobi can feel it, because they’re soulmates.

“Oh, do tell me how you really feel,” Kenobi mutters, sweeping past him into the apartment.

Jango wishes he could slam the door as he storms after the Jedi.

“Listen here--”

“Absolutely not,” Kenobi says, with the kind of bland, impersonal smile that Jango’s heard Dred Priest bitch about at least a dozen times. “I need you to answer me this: why are you selling your children into what is clearly slavery?”

“They’re not my children.”

“You choose to be dar’buir, then?” Kenobi clucks a tongue, acting like he can’t even feel Jango’s waves of hate that are just growing by the second. “Shame on you, Mand’alor.”

“I am not the Mand’alor.”

“No. You are demagolka,” Kenobi says, the sweet words of Jango’s first language falling from his lips like poisoned honey. “They are your children, Fett. Your clones, just as human as you.”

“They are little more than droids, Jedi. The Kaminoans--”

Kenobi laughs, sharp and bitter, and it’s enough of a surprise that Jango stops talking. The Jedi strides closer, and it takes everything in him to not step back at what little emotion the Jedi allows through.

“Let me show you,” Kenobi hisses, putting a hand on either side of Jango’s head and it’s too much this is not a sense he is meant to have.

Kenobi cannot lie to Jango, not in this mental space. Not in this existence. He can cherry-pick what he shows, he can exaggerate, he can hide, but he cannot present a falsehood.

What Kenobi shows him, as he pulls Jango into his mind and drowns him in the sensation of the Force, is how each and every clone shines, bright and unique and so very human, so very sentient, so very alive.

These are your children, Kenobi says, directly into his mind and with no room to pull away. If they choose to disown you for your crimes against them, then that is their right, but until they do, they are your responsibility. You’re playing in denial and cognitive dissonance, soulmate mine. If I have to drag you into caring for your children the way any Mandalorian would, then so be it.

“Kriff off,” Jango manages to grit out in the real world. Kenobi looks unimpressed, when he lets go. The sensations in Jango’s mind, the jangled distaste and horror and anger, those are worse.

“Are you going to be dar’manda?” Kenobi demands. “You, who were once king of your people, have you really sunk so low to be the worst of your kind? To be so horrible that even Kyr’tsad would be shamed? Or worse, approve?”

“You have no place--”

“You are violating one of the core tenets of your culture!” Kenobi shouts. “You are being the worst of what you could be, Jango Fett! The most important, the absolute most important element of your culture, the care and nurture of children, and look at what you’ve done--”

“The clones--”

“Your sons!” Kenobi growls at him. “Your children, Fett. I’ve a student that is, by every Mandalorian standard, my son. I know what it is to take in a child that is not yours by blood, to raise a foundling, and you are cutting off millions that are your blood. You aren’t turning away an orphan to another family because you cannot care for them as they deserve, you are breeding your children for war like bantha to slaughter.”

Jango throws the first punch.

Kenobi throws the second.

By the time the fight ends, the room is in ruins, for all that they do not draw blasters or sabers. Kenobi has Jango on his back, straddling his chest with knees on his wrists, a vibroblade to his neck. Kenobi’s lip is bleeding, and Jango thinks he might have caused a hairline fracture in the cheekbone. Both of them have at least one broken rib, and Jango’s currently blind in one eye from the blood pouring out of a cut on his forehead.

Kenobi’s a good fighter. If it weren’t for everything else, Jango might have even been able to appreciate that.

“You,” Kenobi growls, fisting one hand into Jango’s curls and yanking for emphasis, earning himself a snarl in return. “Are going to fix this mess you’ve helped create. If I have to drag the entire Jedi council, the entire senate, if I have to drag in all of Mandalore to make you fix this, I will.”

There’s determination in those words, angry and a little spiteful, but mostly just... disappointed.

“Of course I’m disappointed,” Kenobi spits out, like the words are hot coals. He’s expressive. Jango wants to like it, but mostly he just resents the trait. “I hoped to never find a soulmate; it just complicates things. Opsec becomes a nightmare and holding to the code is difficult. And now I have a soulmate, and he’s an absolute monster that views his own children as little more than droids.”

“War is going to come for them no matter what,” Jango manages to say, and Kenobi’s look is back to unimpressed. “Don’t pretend you haven’t heard of the separatists. There’s an army of actual droids, metal and code, just waiting for the right moment to pick a fight. It’s too late to stop it.”

“...you’re not only raising an army of your own children, but engineering the war that’s going to kill them?” Kenobi almost screeches, and the wave of nauseous loathing that slams into Jango is almost enough to make him actually vomit. Kenobi didn’t pull punches, not in the actual fight and not in whatever mental battle they’re apparently having via emotions and words.

“I’m not engineering it,” Jango says. “I’m just one part in a bigger machine. I got my payment. The rest is on Tyranus.”

He doesn’t even stop the images from flickering through his mind, throwing the man who hired him under the speeder.

“Master Dooku?” Kenobi whispers, horror growing. “No, no, I killed the--the Sith can’t--I killed the one on Naboo, and the Council mentioned the Rule of Two, but... oh hells.”

“You know him?” Jango taunts.

“He’s my grandmaster,” Kenobi says, and Jango can’t imagine the rest is meant to reach him, but the undercurrent is there.

Count Dooku is, by Mandalorian law, Kenobi’s grandfather.

Jango... suddenly feels a little regret about the taunting.

“I’d rather you feel regret about your children,” Kenobi snaps at him. “Every single one of them is a person, one that you chose to bring into this world, and they are your children.”

The argument is going in circles, but there are still places to take this.

“Your army is all adults, Kenobi,” Jango decides.

“They are ten years old,” Kenobi retorts. “Accelerated aging, sure, but they are children.”

“They’re soldiers.”

Disgust again, the same thing Kenobi has felt every time Jango has reasserted the purpose these children were born to, the same thing Jango has told his son, his sergeants, himself, for over a decade.

“A son?” Kenobi whispers. “Is your denial that strong, Fett? That you would claim one and not the rest?”

“Payment,” Jango says, and lets Kenobi feel the rest, since he seems so karking keen on it.

“Keeping one child in exchange for letting yourself be the creator of a slave army,” Kenobi says, and he doesn’t seem impressed. “Weren’t you a slave? Two years on a spice ship, wasn’t it?”

“Don’t you dare--”

“And you would put your sons in chains,” Kenobi hisses, hands going for Jango’s head again. It’s a sense memory, this time, of dark tunnels and exploding collars and a dar’jetii that... was his older brother. According to the Jedi way of thinking.

It’s a twisting fear and pain and I will die so that others may live while looking at an older man, a Master, who can maybe save the other slaves at the expense of one too-angry Initiate’s li--

“Get out of my head!” Jango roars, and he still can’t move his arms, and his legs are held down by the Force, but he twists his head to bite and Kenobi snatches his hands away.

Kenobi glares down at him, almost sneering with the amount of disdain he has for Jango’s general existence. “I’m your soulmate, and had we met fifteen years ago, I might have even thought that an alright thing... but whatever you are now isn’t something I can abide by. You won’t listen to morality, so let me say this instead: a Jedi does not kill an unarmed opponent, but I have full authority to arrest you, even here. I will take you back to the Republic, to be tried for your collusion with a Sith, and you will go to prison. You can try to run, but I am in your head, and you’re in mine. Once you’re in prison, what happens to your son?”

The implication is there, but even if it wasn’t, Jango hears the thought:

They’re soulmates. The Republic would place Boba with Kenobi.

He refuses to have his child raised by a holier-than-thou Jedi.

“Holiness doesn’t have any meaning in Jedi philosophy,” Kenobi says, relaxing just the slightest bit. “Other religions, yes, but no place in ours.”

“You’re a self-righteous bastard,” Jango says flatly. “Despite threatening a child.”

“You mean threatening to take custody of a child being raised in an unhealthy environment, one where he’s being taught to devalue his brothers, engendering a mental dissonance where he has to convince himself he’s special for a reason and that you won’t just drop him if he fails to be perfect?” Kenobi asks. “I prefer to keep children with guardians who love them, but the argument that he’s better off away from you isn’t a difficult one.”

“Oh, like a child-stealer--”

“My mother tried to drown me when I was a toddler,” Kenobi says, even flatter than Jango had been a minute earlier. “Because I was Force-Sensitive, and it was considered curse on my home planet. A Jedi saved me. Tell me that was a kidnapping and not being saved.”

Jango grinds his teeth. “You’re damned smug whenever you have some sob story that outranks mine.”

“This isn’t about who has the bigger sob story,” Kenobi says, and Jango can feel how he’s just as ready to start clenching his jaw to deal with Jango’s bullshit. “It’s about you doing your damned job as a Mandalorian and a father, and taking responsibility for your children. All three million of them.”

It really, really is a pity they didn’t meet before Jango took this job. They could have been great together.

As it is, Jango goes for the groin shot the second Kenobi lets him back on his feet.

#Jangobi #kinda #Jango Fett #Obi Wan Kenobi #star wars #kamino #slavery mention #child abuse mention #just the usual clone stuff really #Phoenix Answers Memes #Phoenix Posts #sorry this isn't as shippy as people were probably hoping #mostly it's just Obi-Wan being deeply angry #and Jango being chock-full of denial and cognitive dissonance #500 notes

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cursestothemoon · 4 years ago

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A Cruel Favor

Regulus Black x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

Request: Could I get and angsty and sad blurb with Regulus? Nothing specific in mind, Regulus’ entire life is pretty tragic already- just throwing some strained and kind of heartbreaking romance into that mix sorry i like pain this is how i cope

Summary: Your relationship with the youngest Black brother in the form of memories seen in a pensieve by Sirius Black.

Warnings: Death, sadness, crying, the dark mark, ghosts

Word Count: 3265

Author's Note: babe you asked for a blurb and i just did not listen i am so sorry, if you'd still like a blurb let me know and i'll whip up a little short piece but regardless i hope you enjoy this 😌

“You didn’t know him! You didn’t want to know him!” Your voice bellowed, trembling with the burning anger you held in your heart for the eldest Black brother.

It was true, back when the war was just ‘politics’ and the ‘Dark Lord’ a name whispered behind closed doors, Sirius Black had already made up his mind about his family- Regulus included.

“He was my brother.” Sirius spoke the statement as if just the mere fact of relation was supposed to trump that he hadn't even spoken to his brother in the months prior to his death.

You let out a bitter laugh, “Don’t lie for the sake of saving face, you never saw him as a brother; not then and certainly not now.”

Sirius seemed taken aback by your accusation, his words getting lost on his tongue for a moment before he quickly regained his fiery passion for argument.

“He betrayed me.”

“You were the one who betrayed him!” Your accusatory finger pointed at Sirius.

The eldest Black brother’s features went stoney, “The moment he decided to get that mark, was the moment he lost his name as my brother.”

Everything in the mangey old house seemed to still, a silence falling so powerful you could hear a pin drop. Your slow footsteps were exaggerated in the quiet, each creak ringing in both yours and Sirius’ ears. With a tired hand, you pushed a small pouch onto the surface of the dining room table, the vials inside clinking together softly.

“They’re numbered.” You breathed out. “There is so much you don’t know, Sirius.”

You walked through the door and onto the street hastily, not wasting any time to apparate back home.

Sirius sat down in the nearest chair with a huff, his knees spread as his shoulders slid down the back of the chair. He hadn’t remembered just how far up his brother’s ass you were.

Roughly, he rubbed his face with his palms before lazily reaching for the dark velvet pouch on the table. The emerald green reminded him not only of his brother, but of his entire family, the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Sirius couldn’t help the groan that left his mouth at the memories of his family that seemed to plague his mind.

Fittingly, Sirius opened the pouch to reveal just that. The silvery, viscous tendrils that floated through each vial were immediately recognized by the pureblood. You had given him your memories...and a letter.

You deserve to know him.

Y/N L/N

Sirius’ curiosity regarding what secrets of his brother’s seemed to be swimming in the vials bubbled over, he was sure 12 Grimmauld Place was harbouring a pensieve somewhere within its walls, he’d just have to get up and find it.

17 October 1974

Barty Crouch Jr. was an insolent child, the type to collect bones and listen to them rattle. He had a nervous tick, his tongue slithering past his lips every so often in a manner that was so serpentine it made your skin prick.

“Come on then, L/N, be a good little girl and do as I say.”

You threw down your quill in frustration, “Bugger off, Crouch. I’ve said no.”

“Don't be like that,” Barty smirked, coming closer to where you were sitting. “It’s only some homework. You were going to do yours anyway, why not get some extra practice in by doing mine too?”

“I’d rather have unforgivables practiced on me than do anything you ask.”

His sickly sweet smile wasn’t one you were expecting, his voice low and threatening, “That can be arranged.”

Your blood ran cold as you watched his nimble fingers move toward his wand pocket in his robes. Truthfully, you should’ve known better. Being in the same house as Barty allowed you the luxury of hearing all the gossip surrounding him and his hobbies, dark magic and curses being at the top of that list.

“Barty.”

The cold baritone made the sandy-haired menace stop in his tracks, his face contorting into an expression of mild annoyance and frustration.

“There’s no need for you to be acting like a child. Quite humiliating asking someone else to do your work, isn’t it, Crouch? Are you too thick to get it done yourself?”

Barty turned to look at his friend, words jumbling as he tried to figure out how to get himself out of the hole he had dug.

“Reg-” The stone-like stare had Barty cowering and mouth snapping shut, the boy seemingly trying to fold in on himself.

With a simple nod of his head, Regulus directed the him to make himself useful elsewhere, but you were far too taken by the handsome boy in front of you to notice the stomping footsteps of Barty’s as he left. Of course you had known of Regulus Black, seen him from afar and even once had Transfiguration with him, but seeing him up close was an experience in and of itself. His skin was ghostly pale, hair dark and wavy as it fell just below his ears, and his cheekbones were high accentuating the slant of his nose. Regulus Black was beautiful, everything about him seemed to be placed just right and sculpted with the utmost care and attention.

He turned to you, your eyes meeting before he gave you an appraising look.

“Regulus.” His hand struck out, a rather rugged introduction.

Slowly, you took his hand in yours and proceeded to shake it. You couldn’t seem to rid yourself of the feeling that your hand was far too dirty, far too boring to be touching his, to even be near his.

“Y/n L/n, thank you- for that.” You were proud of yourself for not allowing your voice to shake.

“I’m sorry he was a bother.”

Regulus seemed to lack the ability of holding a conversation, he nodded- you assumed a goodbye- and got ready to make his way to the dorms.

“Wait,” Your voice came out before you could stop it. “You could stay, I’m almost done anyway. We could...talk.”

The suggestion had the boy's ears turning pink, his words coming out stuttered and jumbled, a stark contrast from the boy who had told off Barty so eloquently.

“If you- alright.”

You thought for a moment before speaking again, “You’re not very good at talking to people are you?”

“Excuse my blatant honesty, but you make me quite nervous.”

It was your turn to have your ears turn a soft hue of red, “I could say the same about you.”

5 April 1975

“Haven’t you got your own side of the blanket? Must you be so close to me?” You giggled, trying to roll away from Regulus while still avoiding the grass.

Regulus smiled, his eyes closing and nose scrunching in thought before he spoke, “I prefer to be close to you; making sure you won’t run out on me.”

Both of you began giggling, his head falling to nudge your shoulder. Ultimately, Regulus shuffled away from your side, allowing just about a foot of space in between your bodies. The wind rustled your hair as you turned your neck to look at the youngest Black as he sat up, his legs stretched and crossed at the ankles, arms propping himself up as his palms pressed flat against the floor.

It was no secret that Regulus was beautiful. His dark hair- now gently flowing in the cool breeze- stood out against his pale skin, freckles were dusted delicately over his aristocratic nose and sharp cheekbones. You could tell he’d never worked a day in his life with how handsome and soft his hands were. His fingers were long and slender, never dry or rough, and his nails perfectly trimmed and always clean.

Regulus Black was absolutely perfect and you were regretting ever complaining about his proximity.

You were quick to right your wrong, bashfully you raised yourself onto all fours and crawled over to your boyfriend. Regulus tried to hold in his smirk, avoiding turning to look at you directly but you could tell his resolve was breaking.

“Regulus…” You spoke his name with an innocent lilt, sitting back on your shins once you were close enough to have your knees touching his thigh.

He hummed, not giving you the satisfaction of having his full attention.

A huff of frustration fell past your lips at his stubbornness as you threw your leg over his thighs, straddling his legs just above his knees. His composure was thinning, a wide smile threatening to spread across his thin lips.

“You’re far too close,” he teased, his hand coming up as if trying to stop you from getting any closer. “I believe you are on my side of the blanket, L/n.”

“Don’t be so fickle, Black.”

Regulus’ pale blue eyes found yours, his delicate hand coming up to run across the delicate collar of your dress.

“It’s in my nature isn’t it?” His eyes held a certain sadness that you could not place, one you wouldn’t see again until a few years later.

Your lips parted to respond to him, only to be interrupted by a Hogwarts ghost floating nearby. It was a ghost neither you nor Regulus were familiar with and as she passed she mumbled something- rather spitefully- about young love. The event had your train of thought derailed, a quiet giggle erupting from your throat as the transparent, deceased woman floated on.

Regulus seemed to find the woman just as amusing as you did, his eyes crinkling with laughter as you two now looked at each other in fits of hysterics.

“Oh her poor soul!” You exclaimed, eyes looking off in the direction she had gone. “If you were a ghost, Reg, where would you haunt with your undead presence.”

His expression contorted into one of reminiscence, “Uncle Alphard’s cherry orchard just a few kilometers from Monts de Venasque. When we were little, Sirius and I would play in the trees. I could sit in those cherry trees for hours, everything just seemed to disappear. Alphard’s been burned off the tapestry since, but he’s left the property in my possession along with the small house on the land. I think if I were to choose one place to spend eternity, it would be there.”

You smiled softly at his answer.

“And you?” He asked, bringing you out of your lovesick haze.

“Me?” You chuckled. “I’d suppose my eternity would be well spent as long as I was somewhere with you.”

28 June 1976

It seemed the entirety of 12 Grimmauld Place shook with how hard Sirius had slammed the front door.

He was gone.

Completely and entirely gone.

And Regulus was completely and entirely alone now.

Regulus swiftly made his way up the stairs and to his room, just barely avoiding a collision with the poor house elf.

“Y/n’s room.” The words were spoken clearly and concisely as the floo powder fell from his shaky hands.

The time of night- 2:27 am- was of little importance to Regulus, he needed to see you.

You woke up with a jolt, the sound of someone stumbling into your room and panicked mumbling doing nothing to ease your nerves though the mop of dark curls had your heart calming down.

“Reg?”

He turned to look at you with heartbroken eyes, watery and bloodshot.

“He’s gone.” He choked out.

You kicked the blankets off yourself and stood up from your bed, bare feet hitting the cold floor.

Keeping a calm tone you slowly got closer to him, “Who’s gone, love?”

His pain was so evident, rolling off him in waves, “Sirius- he’s not coming back.”

“Oh,” You sighed, treading lightly. “I’m sur-”

“No!” He cried, “Burned off the tapestry, probably with the Potters- he’s gone an-and he left me with them.”

Regulus’ anguish, tear stained cheeks, had your own eyes welling with unshed tears. It was clear words would do nothing to calm him, instead you opted for pushing yourself into him and taking his crying form into your arms. His body seemed to give out as you held him, his tears soaking your shirt as he wailed into your neck.

Neither of you could tell how long you stood in the middle of your room seemingly holding him together, but his cries subsided into gentle whimpers and the occasional sniffle as his nose nudged the side of your neck.

His voice came out rough and strained, just barely above a whisper, “Please don’t- don’t leave me like Si- like he did.”

You could feel your heart shatter, “Wouldn’t dream of it, darling.”

“I don’t know how I would’ve survived in this mess if I had never known you.”

Your breath came out ragged as you spoke the truest words you've ever dared to speak, “My heart beats for you, Regulus.”

30 December 1979

His forearm itched.

It seemed to always have an odd itch ever since he was sixteen.

Regulus watched your form get closer, bundled in a thick overcoat and a dark blue scarf- Christmas present from himself- wrapped neatly around your neck. You were the picture of beauty, like a living doll with your soft smile and adoring eyes.

“My love.” You greeted him, leaning in to place a soft kiss against his cold cheek.

His eyes seemed distant, your only greeting a tight lipped smile.

Your eyebrows knit together, “Everything alright?”

Regulus nodded, his eyes swimming with a sadness so familiar, “Just taking you in.”

He pulled off his leather gloves, stuffing them deep in his coat pocket before reaching his hand out to hold your jaw, his thumb running across your skin. The action was comforting and you couldn’t help but close your eyes to savour the feeling of his thumb caressing your cheekbone.

You let out a small gasp when you felt him take your lips in a slow kiss. It was passionate, loving, yet there was a certain finality to it that had a shiver run up your spine in the most unpleasant way.

“I have the cruelest favor to ask of you, and I can only hope you’ll forgive me once I do.”

Your stomach dropped, “What do you mean, Regulus? What- what favor?”

“Please, try to understand-”

“What favor?”

“I couldn’t-”

“Tell me what the favor is, Regulus.”

Your voice had an edge to it that made him compose himself almost instantly.

He took a breath before speaking, his eyes looking off somewhere behind you as he spoke, “He’s getting stronger.”

You didn’t need to ask who this ‘he’ was, the tone made it very clear.

“He has these… horcruxes. Incredibly dark magic, I don't know how many but I know of one. It’s hidden and I’ve found out the location, I can destroy it I know I can but-”

His tone was hushed and your heart rate had started to pick up speed.

“But you don’t know if you’ll live to tell the tale?” You asked with a humorless laugh.

The look in Regulus’ eyes had told you, you were right.

“I can’t let him continue. If this could stop him, weaken him even, it’s worth whatever the consequence to myself may be.” He argued.

You pushed yourself further from him, “I can’t- I won’t lose you. No, there’s no way.”

His expression shifted into one of sorrow and pleading, “I have to.”

And you knew there was no changing his mind.

You bit the side of your lip anxiously, looking at the ground before asking, “And this favor?”

The heartbreak was almost palpable, his voice going raw.

“I cannot be fully prepared to do anything that is necessary to destroy this horcrux if-”

He cut himself off with an intake of breath.

“If I know you’ll be waiting for my return, if I know what I have to leave behind I may be tempted to not go through with my plan.”

You couldn’t help but feel and look horrified, “What are you asking of me, Regulus?”

He seemed to flinch at the tone of your voice, a tone you’d never used before and one he couldn’t name.

“I need you to obliviate yourself from my memory.”

It felt as though your chest had collapsed in on itself, “I-I couldn-”

“You have to!” Regulus cried, his arms gripping the sides of your face as you couldn’t help but let a choked sob escape from your lips. “It’s the only way I’ll be able to go through with it, I can't know that there’s a possibility of leaving you.”

“Please, Regulus, you can’t ask this of me.” You choked out, searching his eyes for some sort of humor, something that told you it was all a cruel joke.

He pressed his lips against your forehead, both of your eyes closing as you two took in short, ragged breaths.

Everything seemed darker. The flowers in the Black garden were cold and dead, the snow wasn’t snow at all, instead dangerous sheets of ice. It was then you realized the war, the death eaters, everything had become so real.

“There is a letter on your bed at home, I’ve settled everything for you. I’m going to stand against the pillar, my back to you, and you are going to do it from behind the hedges so we won’t see each other after. You need to leave once it’s done alright?”

You nodded solemnly, knowing there was no use in fighting it. The cause was bigger than you, bigger than Regulus. Everyone made sacrifices, this just had to be yours.

“My heart beats for you, Y/n, whether I know it or not.”

“And mine for you, Regulus.” You smiled sadly, pulling his wrist up to your face and pulling back his sleeve to reveal his dark mark, pressing a kiss to the skin you spoke, “You aren’t them, you never were and you never will be.”

Regulus smiled but said nothing as he lowered his arms and put his gloves back on. With slow steps he walked to the pillar and looked back at you one last time.

“I’m just taking you in.” He whispered, before slowly turning.

You took your wand from your coat as you took even slower steps to stand just far enough for him not to notice you after it had been done. Regulus felt his resolve crumble with each crunch of your boots against the frozen ground, his eyes screwed shut- tears rolling down his face freely- as he prepared for what was coming.

With a shaky hand you raised your wand.

“Obliviate.”

Present

Sirius seemed to be thrown back from the pensieve, as if the memory had rejected him from viewing any longer, still sensitive. He felt an odd tickling sensation run down his cheek, his hand raising to brush away a stray tear as he fell into a nearby chair.

He never knew…

***

You pushed open the backdoor of your small home, the warm scent of cherry trees welcoming you. The sun was just barely starting to set as you looked off into the horizon of the vast field of trees, if you looked long enough you could make out the handsome silhouette of a boy you once knew sitting up in a cherry tree.

Only a few short months later, the lone figure would be joined by another… a brother.

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davidpastrsnack · 4 years ago

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it’s crazy what you’ll do for a friend - nolan patrick

a/n: here’s a friends to lovers 4+1 with our fav boy loosely inspired by daddy issues by the neighbourhood. but there’s still a splash of smut because you know me lol. hope you enjoy :)

word count: 10.5k

The first time you met Nolan you didn’t know what to think. He was polite, giving you a gentle smile and reaching out to shake your hand, but you couldn’t help but fixate on how quiet he was and his seeming lack of emotion.

Regardless of your hesitation, that was the first time of many that Nolan took care of you.

You were new to Philadelphia, moving to continue your education and expand your horizons. You had always been one to play it safe, to stay in your comfort zone, but after having your heart broken and being unexpectedly accepted to one of the top graduate programs in your field you knew it was time to challenge yourself and leave behind everything you had ever known.

Well, almost everything, aside from Aubrey, one of your best friends since that first day of kindergarten so long ago. She worked in the city, practically begging you to join her when she found out you were considering the move. Just weeks later, the second bedroom in her apartment became yours and that’s how you met him.

one

It was only your third night in Philly and you were still unpacking, a glass of wine sitting on your dresser as you dug through the remaining boxes that were seemingly never-ending. It didn’t seem like this much stuff when you were packing it, but here you were overwhelmed with all of your belongings.

You were humming along to the music, taking it one box at a time as the room slowly came together when you heard a knock on your door.

“Come in,” you called, turning to face the door.

“Woah,” Aubrey muttered, “How’s it going in here?”

“I know, I know,” you laughed, “It looks bad but I’m almost there.”

She nodded, stepping into the room and sitting on your bed, “Time for a break?”

You knew what the hopeful smile on her face meant, she had plans for the two of you.

You looked at her with hesitant eyes and she chuckled, remembering how well you knew her.

“I was thinking we could go meet some of my friends?” Aubrey continued, “I’m kind of seeing this one guy and his friends are great. They’re a lot but I think you’ll love them and they’ll love you.”

“Aubrey, I-” You paused, “I really should finish up in here.”

“Come on, Y/N, we have all day tomorrow to finish and you need a break. I feel like I’ve barely even seen you and it’s been three days.”

You let out a laugh at her words, she was right. It felt like your life had been on hold for so long but now you had the opportunity to start fresh, to put yourself out there in a world that had no existing opinions of you.

“Fine,” you groaned, standing up from your spot on the hardwood, “But you have to help me find something to wear.”

“Deal!” Aubrey exclaimed, dragging you out of the room and into her own to go through her closet.

Just over an hour later, you were squeezed into a booth of the bar surrounded by men almost twice your size. Aubrey failed to mention that the guy she was seeing, but not dating as she vehemently claimed, was a Flyer and so were his friends.

You didn’t know what to expect from the group, but it didn’t take long for you to conclude that they were sweethearts, especially Travis, Aubrey’s “friend.” After introducing you to each of them, it felt like you had always been a part of the gang.

The beer and conversation were flowing, the bellowing laughs coming from the table practically feeling the air of the entire bar. You quickly fell into the banter, fitting in right away after growing up with brothers.

“There he is!” You suddenly heard Kevin shout from next to you, “Took you long enough, Patty.”

You looked up from your drink to see the man you could only assume to be Patty, his tall frame towering over you as you sat on the edge of the booth. He was dressed in all black, and his hair was long and frankly, unkempt as it curled around his ears. Even in the dim light of the bar, you could make out his light eyes, the blue piercing you as he finally met your gaze from his seat directly across from yours.

“Nolan, this is my friend Y/N,” Aubrey started, “She just moved in with me.”

Nolan reached out his hand across the table which you happily met, secretly hoping he couldn’t feel how clammy you had gotten since he walked in. He softly smiled as your hands touched, the corners of his mouth barely lifting but just enough.

“Nice to meet you,” he mumbled.

“You too,” you replied, flickering your eyes to the other end of the table before you caught yourself staring.

You were right away distracted by something Travis was chirping Claude for from this morning’s practice, but something about the man sitting just a few feet away from you was still consuming your thoughts.

You were pretty sure he had already decided that he didn’t like you. He had barely said a word aside from his initial pleasantries, but from then on it was almost like he wasn’t even acknowledging your presence. You didn’t know why you even cared, but there was something about his presence that made you on edge.

“I’m going to get another one,” you blurted out, everyone’s attention shifting to you.

“I’ll come with,” Aubrey declared.

“I’m good, stay,” you responded, giving her a knowing look. She was practically sitting in Travis’s lap, her hands wrapped around his neck while his eyes were stuck on her like she was the only one in the room. Not dating, my ass, you thought to yourself.

You slid off the cushion and headed towards the bar, the air already feeling lighter the further away from the group you got. You loved them, they were great, but it was just so much new at once. You needed a breather.

It was a packed Friday night and you knew it would be a while before you got your drink, so you sat down on the first available stool you saw. You caught the bartender's attention right away, but she was clearly swamped. You sent her a reassuring nod, telling her to take her time. She smiled right back at you, evidently grateful for your patience.

After what felt like barely a minute of waiting, you felt a body slide next to yours, the scent of cheap cologne overwhelming you as you braced yourself for what was about to happen.

“Hi there,” he spoke, leaning his weight against the bar top as he boxed you in.

“Hi,” you sighed. To put it simply, you were not in the mood.

“You got a name?”

“I do,” you chuckled in disbelief, turning your body away from his as your eyes scanned the room for anyone familiar. Which of course there wasn’t.

“A snappy one, alright,” he spoke, his hot breath fanning over your neck, “Well I’m Brett, what are you drinking?”

“Nothing,” you snapped.

“Oh c’mon, let me buy you a drink,” he continued, either not picking up on your hints or purposely ignoring them.

“I’m really all set.”

Just before he was about to open his mouth to speak once again, you felt his hand rest flat against your back, your body arching away from him immediately at the contact.

“Do not fucking touch her.”

The deep voice echoed in front of you, your vision clouded as your mind raced in a million directions.

“Listen, man, I got this.”

“No, I don’t think you do,” you heard, the vibrations of his voice running straight through your body.

Nolan.

You may have just met him, but that was a body and voice you couldn’t forget.

You had no idea what overcame you, but before you could process what you were doing you wrapped your arms around his torso. Nolan immediately reciprocated, his arm falling across your shoulders and pulling you close to his frame.

“Just leave,” Nolan asserted, “Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be. It’s already embarrassing enough that you can’t take no for an answer.”

Your body relaxed against his, Nolan’s words calming your worst fears right away. From your vantage point, you assumed Nolan easily had at least six inches and thirty pounds on him. That seemed to be enough for him, backing away with a faulty glare and disappearing into the crowd.

“Nolan, I-” you stuttered, not knowing what to say, “Thank you,” you finally got out, your voice barely loud enough to hear over the hum of voices.

“Don’t mention it,” he muttered, his aura still cold.

You were so caught up in the shock of the moment that you hadn’t realized you were still holding each other, and right away you dropped your arm from his waist. Nolan did the same, awkwardly moving to sit on the stool next to you and flag the bartender.

You missed the warmth of his body right away, the spicy scent of his skin in stark contrast to the Axe you could only assume the other one was wearing. You swore you could still feel the ripple of his abs beneath his t-shirt on your fingertips. It was silent for a minute, both of you trying to come up with the right words.

“I really can’t thank you enough. Let me buy this round,” you pleaded, your eyes locking with his.

“Y/N,” Nolan started, your face flushing as your name fell from his lips, “I’m buying.”

You smiled up at him, nodding before looking back down in hopes of hiding the flush you felt creeping up your neck and onto your cheeks.

“Can I be honest, Nolan?” You questioned.

“Shoot.”

“Do you not like me? Did I do something? I wasn’t expecting that from you of all people-” you rambled until Nolan cut you off.

“First of all, I would have done that even if I hated you. But no, I like you, Y/N. A friend of a friend of TK’s is a friend of mine.”

You laughed at the last part before you could even process the first. Nolan’s cheeks went red, clearly embarrassed at his cliché phrasing but it didn’t matter how badly he made a fool of himself as long as you were smiling. The way your eyes scrunched and your nose turned up while you laughed was enough to make him forget the day he had.

Your laughter was interrupted by your drinks, the woman leaving you with a knowing smile before she turned away. Nolan and you both stood up ready to head back to the table before he stopped you.

“Friends?” He asked, putting his hand out in front of himself.

“Friends,” you agreed with a grin, shaking his hand before walking back to the group together.

two

You dreaded first days.

No matter how old you got, the anxiety of walking into an unfamiliar room full of unfamiliar faces never lessened. But you were ready, you reminded yourself, putting your head up and walking to the classroom like you had been there a hundred times before.

By the time you were walking out after the 90 minutes were up, your heart was pounding and you could feel the tears pricking the back of your eyes as you ran out of the building, not even bothering to introduce yourself to anyone.

The walk from the university back to your apartment was a blur. You couldn’t believe you had made such a poor first impression. You thought you were prepared, you had your notebook ready and all the right textbooks in order, but you somehow missed that there was an assignment due on the very first day.

As you rushed through the busy streets of the city, dodging people left and right, your mind raced back to that room.

“Ms. Y/L/N, can you please give your thoughts on the first case study?” Your professor questioned, intently watching you as your panic set in.

Your heart began to race and your palms sweat as you struggled to find the words to say that you hadn’t done the reading. This had never happened to you before, you were an A+ student for your entire life, almost unhealthily so. You couldn’t remember the last time you had missed an assignment, it just wasn’t something you did.

“Alright, then. Anyone else who actually checked the syllabus have something to say?”

Your professor's words were stuck in your head, playing over and over again when you finally reached your building. Now that you were so close to being in the comfort of your own space you could feel your wheels spinning, the stress and emotion overtaking your body.

Your hands shook as you tried to unlock the door, your body pushing through the threshold when you finally got it open.

“Aubrey?” You called as you walked through the hallway. She had known you for so long and always knew what to do to calm you down. But instead of Aubrey’s bright voice welcoming you back, you were met with silence.

“Where are you?” You muttered under your breath, your voice shaking as the tears threatened to spill over any second. As you turned the corner into the living room, you found three bodies spread across the couch, none of whom belonged to Aubrey.

“Oh,” you sputtered out, surprised to see Travis, Kevin, and Nolan watching a game.

“Y/N!” Travis called out, his infectious smile almost making your tight-lipped frown fade, “Aubrey just ran out for something but she should be back soon.”

You could feel Nolan’s gaze burning into you. You did your best to avoid his eye contact in hopes of hiding your current state from him. He had been nothing but kind to you, but you still felt so exposed standing in front of him, suddenly insecure about your outfit.

“I’m just going to go,” you whispered, pointing down the hall to your room. You felt horrible just ignoring them like that, but you knew you didn’t have it in you to keep up with them right now.

Your bag fell out of your hands almost instantly as soon as the door to your room clicked shut, the sound of your laptop hitting the hardwood floor making you cringe. You collapsed on your bed face first, the emotion you had been holding back for what felt like forever overwhelming you. Your body wracked in sobs as you replayed your embarrassment in a seemingly endless loop.

Nolan knew something was wrong the second he saw you. He may have only met you just a few days ago, but after growing up with two sisters he recognized the signs right away. He had no idea what was wrong, but he did know that you were barely holding it together.

Your head snapped up when you heard a series of soft knocks on your door, “Aubrey?” You asked, your voice rising with hope.

“No, uh, it’s Nolan.”

Your face fell when you heard his deep voice through the wood. You barely knew Nolan, he couldn’t see you like this. You paused for a moment wondering if he would just leave if you didn’t respond, but you could see his shadow through the bottom crack of your door, his feet were planted and didn’t show any signs of moving any time soon.

You silently groaned and picked yourself up, not even bothering to look in the mirror before opening the door because you knew it was not going to a pretty sight regardless. You hastily wiped underneath your eyes, the black of your mascara flaking right off your tear-stained skin. This wasn’t exactly how you wanted the new boy in your life to see you right after meeting you, but you just were friends, right?

“What, Nolan?” You sighed when you finally opened the door.

You didn’t mean to be so stark, but it just came out. His presence overwhelmed you just like it had at the bar a few nights ago. He was leaning against the door frame with his hands tucked into the pockets of his sweatpants. The backward hat resting atop his head flattered him perfectly, drawing attention to the tufts of his brown hair curling around his ears and neck.

Nolan stood up straight as soon as he saw you, his eyes softening when his suspicions were confirmed: you had been crying.

“I just wanted to check on you,” he mumbled, his eyes never leaving your own.

The tension in your shoulders released as you looked up at him. He didn’t say anything else, just tilting his head down towards you as he continued to scan your face for any signs of how you were feeling. You couldn’t pinpoint it, but there was something about Nolan that made you feel so safe, so secure, like as long as you were with him you could avoid your demons.

“I’m fine,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

“No you’re not,” Nolan rebutted, raising his eyebrows as if he was challenging you to lie to him again.

You didn’t say anything, but rather you moved your body to the side and ushered him into your room. Nolan happily obliged, awkwardly standing as he took in his surroundings. Your room was just as he expected, it was minimal, just like his. You didn’t like clutter, everything had a place. It was one way you tried to control the chaos that was your life.

“You can sit,” you spoke, breaking the silence.

Nolan nodded and sat next to you at the foot of the bed. You couldn’t help but let your eyes trail along his leg, the way his thighs stretched the fabric of his sweatpants making your cheeks flush.

“It was my first day at this new program I’m in and it didn’t go well, that’s all,” you finally sputtered out, staring down at your lap as your hands fidgeted. “I’ve never been good at first impressions,” you added, a gentle laugh escaping your lip as you thought back to your first time meeting Nolan.

“Listen, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” Nolan encouraged, “You seem like a pretty great person.”

You scoffed at his attempt to make you feel better, your emotions creeping their way back into your head.

“It was-” you paused, using every fiber within your being to try not to lose it in front of him, “It was bad.”

“C’mere,” Nolan whispered, turning on the bed to face you more and opening his arms, practically begging for your embrace.

You shook your head, closing your eyes as the fresh tears started burning. You were so selective in who you exposed your most vulnerable state to, and you barely knew Nolan. But despite this, you felt such an instant connection with him, and if his overt kindness was any indication, he felt the same way.

You let your final guard down, leaning back and curling into Nolan’s frame. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight against him as one hand moved up to your head to rub soft circles into your hair.

“Go ahead and cry,” he hummed, his body gently rocking you back and forth.

You melted at his touch, your head nuzzling into the crook of his neck, the muted orange of his Flyers hoodie the last thing you saw before your eyes shut in sobs. His scent was overwhelming, the mix of his body wash and the leftover cologne lingering on his hoodie flooding your senses. You felt as if you disappeared in his grasp, like the world around you vanished and nothing else mattered.

You didn’t even know how much time had passed, but Nolan didn’t move an inch. He held you like it was the only thing he had to do all day. Once the tears stopped falling and your breathing steadied, you pulled back, instantly flooded with embarrassment.

“Wow,” you chuckled, wiping your cheeks, “I am so sorry, Nolan, I don’t know what happened I just-”

“Don’t,” he interrupted, “We’re friends, remember?” He teased, the corners of his mouth lifting in a gentle smile as he bumped your shoulder.

“Yeah,” you laughed.

“I think we were planning on grabbing some food,” Nolan mumbled, his hand scratching the back of his neck as he spoke, “If you want to come.”

“Oh, I don’t know.”

“Come on, you’re coming. If I have to put up with those two out there so do you.”

You rolled your eyes, but it was the least you could do after what he had just done for you.

“Give me five minutes to look less dead.”

Nolan smiled as you agreed, slipping out of the room so you could change and freshen up.

“What the fuck was that?” Nolan was bombarded by Kevin as he sat back down.

“Nothing,” Nolan mumbled, not in the mood to be questioned about things he didn’t even know the answer to.

“She let you go in there?” Aubrey asked, just having gotten back.

“Yes?” He responded, confused by her question.

Aubrey didn’t bother getting into it and changed the subject instead, but inside she was scheming. She knew you, how closed off you were, but here you were opening up to Nolan like you’ve known him for years. Nothing made Aubrey happier than watching this friendship bloom, and she couldn’t help but wonder if there was potential for more.

three

Team galas usually didn’t bother Nolan, it was part of the job, but tonight it was the last place he wanted to be. His tux felt too tight, the stuffy conversation with potential sponsors was putting him to sleep, and his date was, to be frank, insufferable.

Nolan had no problem going to an event without a plus one, he and TK were usually the two single guys spending their time causing trouble, but now that Aubrey was in the picture Kevin had decided he had seen enough. So, despite Nolan begging him to leave him alone, Kevin set him up with one of his friends from Boston.

She was just as Kevin described, beautiful and smart, but that was about all. Nolan was calm and reserved, at least until he was comfortable with someone, but she was the complete opposite. Her personality filled the entire room and although he admired her confidence, Nolan was exhausted. He felt like he couldn’t be himself, like he had to work to match her energy.

After what felt like hours of entertaining her and Kevin, Nolan made his escape to the bar. It was the first moment to himself he had, the relief immediately flooding him as he leaned against the counter. He titled his glass to the bartender, silently requesting a refill when he felt his phone buzzing in the pocket of his suit pants.

Nolan begrudgingly pulled the phone, wondering who it could possibly be. The entire team was with him and it was unlike his family to call him on a Saturday night. But when he saw your name flashing across the screen, his whole demeanor shifted.

“Nolan!” He heard you exclaim, your voice like a breath of fresh air.

“Y/N?” He questioned. You had never called him out of the blue like this before. Nolan nodded to the bartender thanking him before taking his drink and walking out to the empty hallway so he could hear you better. “Everything okay?”

It wasn’t really. You had just come back home from a date, one Aubrey practically forced you to go on. You pleaded to her that you were fine, that you weren’t ready to start dating in the city yet, but regardless, you found yourself sitting across from one of her coworkers at a restaurant downtown.

There was nothing wrong with him, he was nice, but it was evident to you before your drinks were even ordered that this wasn’t going to work. You pushed through the meal, putting on your best fake smile and pretending to laugh at his forced humor. You politely declined his offer to walk you home, instead opting to get an Uber so you could get out of your dress as soon as possible.

Now you were home, your sweats on and hair up with a glass of wine in your hand. The glass quickly turned into almost the entire bottle, drowning your sorrows of another failed date with your favorite red. That’s when you made the mistake of picking up your phone, your fingers scrolling through your contacts until you found the one name you knew would be able to distract you.

“I’m great. I mean I’m not, but it’s fine,” you rambled, your words slurred as you spoke.

For once it was you mumbling and not Nolan. He didn’t know what, but his gut was telling him that something was wrong, he could practically smell the alcohol on your tongue through the phone. After a long pause of trying to figure out what to say, his thoughts were interrupted.

“Come over?” You whispered, “I’m so sick of being alone.”

Nolan’s heart dropped at your words, his eyes blinking shut as he pondered his next move. His eyes scanned the ballroom, finally landing on his date. She was sitting at their table, Nolan’s empty seat sticking out like a sore thumb, laughing at whatever story of his college days Kevin was regurgitating. He would feel like an ass if he just left, and he would be lying if he said the prospect of an easy lay hadn’t crossed his mind tonight, but you were more important.

“Give me twenty.”

Since calling Nolan you had migrated from your bed to the couch, a blanket sprawled across your body while you laid horizontal. The only light in the room was from the TV as one of your comfort movies played. You were barely paying attention, instead zoning out and staring at the lit-up city around you from the window.

Your mindless thoughts were interrupted by a series of knocks on the door. You threw the blanket off of your body and stood up, slowly dragging your feet across the hardwood as you made your way. But you were nowhere near prepared for what you saw as soon as you opened the door.

Nolan towered over you in the door frame. He was wearing a suit, the soft, grey fabric clinging to his thighs and shoulders perfectly. His long hair was slicked back and tucked behind his ears. The scent of his cologne overwhelmed you instantly, the warm aroma making you want to melt into him. One hand was resting in his pant pocket, while the other was carrying a take-out bag from one of your favorite spots.

“Hi,” Nolan quietly muttered, breaking the silence.

His deep voice broke the trance you were in, and that’s when the realization hit you.

“I completely forgot you guys had that thing tonight,” you blurted, the alcohol in your bloodstream clogging your train of thought, “I am so sorry. You have to go back, I feel horrible.”

Your hands came up to your face, hiding your embarrassment. How could you forget? You spent hours this morning helping Aubrey pick out her dress.

“Y/N,” Nolan cooed, his large hands gently pulling your own off of your face, “I’m here and I’m not leaving.”

Nolan didn’t let you get another word out before he was pushing past your body. He wasn’t even enjoying himself at the event and the last thing he wanted to do was go back.

It didn’t long for the two of you to finish the food, opting to head back to the couch and ignore the many empty containers for now.

“I’m never going on a date ever again,” you slurred, “I don’t even want to look at a man ever again.”

Despite trying to be quiet, Nolan couldn’t hide his chuckle. He had heard similar frustrations from his two sisters growing up. He had been around endless assholes throughout his life, he knew how exhausting it must have been to try to find a decent one.

“Can’t blame you,” he mumbled.

Your body slumped against the back of the couch, your eyes slipping shut as the wine and food started to lull you into a sleepy haze. Nolan scanned your face, a soft smile creeping onto his face as he watched your chest gently rise and fall with each breath. Before he could catch himself, he lifted his hand and pushed back the hair that had fallen in your face, tucking it behind your ear.

In that moment Nolan knew that he was fucked.

Never before had he dropped everything for a girl as he did for you tonight. But he also had never connected with someone like he did with you. You didn’t force him to be something he wasn’t, there was no pressure to put on an act. It just felt natural with you. But your words from just a few minutes before lingered in the back of his head. You made it clear that you weren’t looking for anything right now, it only took one miserable date to remind you of that. So Nolan pulled his hand away, trying to ignore the burning of your skin against his fingertips as they trailed across your soft cheek.

You were friends. Just friends.

You had no idea how much time had passed, but suddenly you felt yourself stir awake, your eyes peeling open to find yourself tucked into Nolan’s side. His body was warm below yours, his arm resting across your shoulders holding you in place as you lay against his chest. From your peripheral vision, you could see his suit jacket on one of the couch cushions, the soft material of his button-down rubbing on your cheek.

You had two options. You could either acknowledge that you awkwardly fell asleep on him in your drunken state, or you could pretend that you never woke up and continue to enjoy the comfort of his embrace.

Needless to say, you chose the latter.

But you must have dozed off again because the next time you woke up you were being carried into your bedroom. Your arms were wrapped tightly across Nolan’s neck, the tips of your fingers naturally lifting to twirl the tufts of his hair.

“Shhh, I got you,” Nolan whispered as he felt you move, just before he laid you down onto your bed, “I’ll be right back.”

Nolan hastily left the room, leaving you to bask in the memory of his warmth as your head fell back against your pillow. Within just a few seconds he was back, placing a cool glass of water on your nightstand table. But almost just as fast as he came back, he was leaving again.

“Stay,” you murmured, watching him pause at the outline of your door.

“I- I got the couch.”

“Okay,” you responded, trying to hide your disappointment.

Nolan visibly cringed the second your door was closed, his head falling to his lap once he sat down. He wanted nothing more than to climb into bed with you. The thought of holding you beneath the sheets and feeling your soft skin in contrast to his rough hands made him dizzy. But the last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable. You weren’t sober enough to say he could stay, and there was no chance in hell Nolan was going to risk scaring you off. So he took the couch, laying across the cushions with his eyes locked on your door until his eyelids gave in to his exhaustion.

four

It was finally Friday, another week in the books.

Your classes were taking more out of you than you had expected, the hours of reading and note-taking blending together as you finally closed your last tab. You had no plans for the night, and you honestly couldn’t be happier about it. A hot shower, takeout, and falling asleep early encompassed your perfect night recently.

Just as you were about to get in the shower, you were distracted by your phone ringing. You picked it up, surprised to see it was Kevin calling.

“Hi, Kevin,” you spoke, a slight edge to your words. You adored Kevin, he was an absolute sweetheart, but sometimes you just didn’t have the patience.

“What are you doing tonight?”

You rolled your eyes at his question, “Nothing.”

“Incorrect, you’re coming over and hanging out with me and Pat.”

“I am?” You laughed, taken aback by Kevin’s forwardness.

“Teeks and Aubrey are coming too, come on, Y/N,” he continued.

You knew you weren’t getting out of this without a real excuse, no matter how much you wanted to stay in. You hadn’t seen Nolan since the night you embarrassed yourself, the cringe of drunk dialing him after a bad date had yet to escape your memory.

“What time?”

“Uh- Let’s say 7.”

“Alright, Kev. See you later,” you hung up the phone, throwing it back on your bed before getting in the shower.

As you approached the boys’ apartment door, it was quieter than you expected it to be. Aubrey said she was already with Travis and would meet you there, so you were arriving alone. You assumed they would already have been there by now, but you ignored the silence and knocked on the door.

Just a few seconds later, the door swung open and you were face to face with Nolan. Your eyes widened when you saw him, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips and his bare torso staring at you. You quickly composed yourself, using every ounce of self-control within you to avoid trailing your gaze across his broad shoulders and down his chest, the curves and divots of his abs making your mouth water.

“Sorry,” Nolan mumbled, his cheeks flushing even redder than they usually were, “I thought you were Kevin, he always forgets his keys. Come in.”

You followed Nolan into the apartment, the muscles of his back rippling as his arms swung. You sat down on the couch, awkwardly waiting while he disappeared into his room. He came back just a few seconds later, his body now hidden behind a wrinkly t-shirt.

“Where is everyone?” You questioned, your body stiff as Nolan relaxed into the cushion next to you.

“Not sure,” he mumbled, the red of his cheeks lingering, “Kev said you were coming with Aubrey?”

Your face scrunched in confusion, “He told me she was coming here with Travis.”

Nolan then pulled his phone out and started typing a message to Kevin, desperate to figure out where he was. For some reason being here with you alone was making him nervous, there was an awkward energy in the air that had never been there before.

Nolan was reaching for the TV remote, about to ask you if you wanted to put something on when his phone sounded.

Kevin: You’re welcome

Now it was Nolan’s turn to furrow his eyebrows, the boy even more confused by Kevin’s message.

Kevin: We couldn’t watch you two anymore please just do something

Kevin: I’ll be out all night

Kevin: Don’t forget protection!

Of course. Of course, this little miscommunication was, in fact, a setup. But the worst part was that Nolan knew Kevin was right. No matter how hard he tried, he had been pining over you since that very first night. And now here you two were in an empty apartment with enough sexual tension to last the year.

“No one’s coming, are they?” You broke the silence, snapping Nolan out of his trance.

He threw his phone to the side as a slight smile crept across his stern face, “Nope,” he chuckled.

If you thought there was tension before, it didn’t even compare to what you felt now. Since meeting Nolan you were under the impression that your secretly harbored feelings for him were just that, a secret, but apparently, you weren’t as subtle as you thought. This had Aubrey written all over it, and you knew Travis was under her spell and would do anything to help her, and bonus points for chirping Nolan simultaneously. It was the elephant in the room, your mutual feelings still not being spoken but you both knew you had been called out by the people who knew you best.

“What are you thinking about?” Nolan whispered, the rough hum of his voice sending chills down your spine.

You couldn’t get even a single word out, your thoughts and feelings jumbling in your mind. After all this time the perfect opportunity was finally handed to you on a silver platter, but you still couldn’t do it.

Nolan could sense your hesitation, your close proximity and sweet scent clouding his consciousness.

“I’ll tell you what I’m thinking about,” he murmured, turning his body so he was facing you.

Your eyes had yet to leave your lap, your focus stuck on the rip of your jeans. You jumped when you felt his warm touch on your lower thigh, the warmth of his calloused hands making your heart rate rise even though the thick denim. His size was intoxicating and he made you feel like putty as he leaned closer to you.

“Y/N,” Nolan mumbled, his voice deeper than ever before.

You finally lifted your gaze, turning your head up to look at him. His baby blue eyes were piercing yours, the contact lighting a fire within you. Every reasonable thought in your head was telling you to pull away, to grab your bag and politely excuse yourself. You weren’t ready for a relationship, you had barely put yourself back together after your last heartbreak and Philly was supposed to be different. But as you sat here, your face just inches away from Nolan’s, you gave in to your desire.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you connected your lips with his, immediately sighing in relief as his soft pout worked perfectly against you. You hastily swung your hips over and seated yourself on Nolan’s lap, an eager groan escaping him when your body rolled into his. His hands splayed across your hips, moving to circle your ass as he helped you grind deeper into his already hardening length.

Nolan trailed his lips down your jaw, nibbling and sucking on the plane of your neck. You knew he was leaving marks, but in the moment you couldn’t care less, the euphoria of his touch being the only comprehensive feeling.

“Please,” you whined, tightening your grip on his long locks, “Nolan.”

You couldn’t remember the last time someone had ignited you as Nolan had. He had barely even touched you and you were nearly certain you had already soaked through your panties, withering in his lap desperate for more.

“Now she has something to say,” Nolan teased, whispering into the shell of your ear. He gave you no warning before he was standing up, holding the back of your legs as you instinctually wrapped them around his waist.

Nolan gently tossed you on his bed, pausing to pull his shirt off before he was climbing on top of you. You were in a state of bliss, finally able to admire his frame shamelessly and without fear of getting caught. He continued to attack your neck, leaving mark after mark behind in his wake. You whimpered impatiently as his lips worked your sensitive skin, but Nolan was set on taking his time. He didn’t know if he would ever have you like this again and he was going to savor every second of it.

But you decided to take matters into your own hands, pushing his frame off of yours and pulling your sweater over your head. You grabbed Nolan’s face again, cupping both of his cheeks as your lips met again. He made quick work of your bra, unclasping it with ease behind your back and tossing it across the room.

“Fuck, you’re stunning,” he groaned, pausing to take you in. Your hair was splayed across the pillow, your cheeks flushed while your chest heaved up and down with heavy breathing. His praise went straight to your core, clenching around nothing as you grew more and more desperate for him.

Nolan wasted no more time, finally making his way down your torso before reaching the hem of your pants. His fingertips slowly ran beneath the fabric, stopping only to look up at you. Your eyes locked and you frantically nodded, understanding that he was waiting for your permission before continuing.

“Words, Y/N,” Nolan hummed into your thigh, his order gentle but firm.

“Yes,” you breathed out, “Fuck, yes.”

Nolan did as you said, unzipping your jeans and sliding them down your legs. He almost lost his balance on the mattress when he saw you laying before him, the pink lace resting across your hips being the only thing keeping him from you. Nolan settled himself between your legs, hooking both of them over his shoulders as his hot breath fanned over your pussy.

Nolan placed a soft kiss to your lace-covered clit, basking in your reaction as you let out an embarrassingly loud moan and your hands flew to his head, tangling in his hair. Your hips jerked up into the air, desperate for more friction. Nolan laid his thick forearm across your waist, his weight halting all of your movements and holding you at his mercy.

“Nolan, please just fuck me,” you begged, the suspense too much to handle as you felt yourself drip down the crease of your thigh.

“All in good time, baby,” he cooed, pulling your panties to the side and finally connecting with your throbbing pussy.

You cried out as his tongue flicked your clit back and forth, the pleasure only magnifying when he sucked it between his teeth. Your hands were locked with an iron grip in the roots of his hair, holding on like your life depended on it. Nolan hummed against your core as he continued to taste you, the vibrations of his voice sending shockwaves through your body.

Suddenly Nolan pulled back, but before you could protest you heard ripping. A gasp left your lips when you realized what he had done, the mangled lace of your panties now laying on his floor. You wanted to yell at him, complain that those were your favorite, but before you could get a word out he was back at work, this time fucking his tongue in and out of you.

Your head fell back against the pillow, your mouth opening in a silent scream when you felt him slide two fingers inside while his mouth circled your clit again. Nolan curled his fingers against your sweet spot and you knew you were done for, your back arching off the mattress as you combusted with your orgasm.

Nolan milked you through your high, his tongue flattening against your clit as his head shook and his fingers kept their pace. He finally slowed down as he felt you come down, pulling back to watch you shake as the last waves of pleasure rolled through your body. He slipped his fingers out of your fluttering pussy, only to bring them to his mouth and suck your juices clean.

“You’re really good at that,” you stammered, just now coming back to your senses after almost blacking out.

Nolan laughed, kissing his way back up your body until you two were face to face again. You couldn’t resist pulling him down and crashing your lips against his, moaning into his mouth as you tasted yourself on his tongue.

“I’m good at other things too,” he smirked, tucking your hair behind your ear, just as he had done last week, except this time he didn’t have to hide it. The soft action made your heart flutter, but his words made something else flutter.

“Give me your best, Patrick,” you challenged.

“Your wish is my command, baby.”

Nolan pushed off his arms and stood up, hurriedly stripping himself of his sweats and boxers in one fell swoop. A whimper escaped your lips when you heard the sound of his cock slapping against his stomach, your pupils dilated as your eyes trailed down his thighs admiring his tattoos.

Reaching across you to get a condom from his nightstand, Nolan was surprised when you plucked it right from his hand. You tore open the foil and slowly rolled the condom onto him, a small smile spreading across your face when his hips buckled into your hand at your touch.

You may have been embarrassingly weak for him, but he was just as weak for you.

Nolan shifted on the bed so he was hovering over your body, leaning down to press a kiss to your mouth. Your lips moved in sync with one another, the pure lust filling the room dictating every movement. He felt you grow more and more impatient, your body stirring beneath his as he finally pulled away.

Taking one last look at you spread out before him, waiting for him to touch you, Nolan directed his attention back to between your legs. He locked eyes with you before collecting the salvia in his mouth, harshly spitting on your pussy. The moan you let out was only amplified when he started teasing you even more, dragging the head of his cock through your soaking folds.

“Nolan,” you whined, the last letter of his name prolonged as you begged, your entire body tensing while he tapped your already so sensitive clit.

“Shhh,” he cooed, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles against your hip, “Got to make sure you’re ready for me.”

Before you could get in another word of protest, Nolan was pushing one of your legs into your chest and sliding inside. Your mouth fell open as he slowly bottomed out, the sensation of him filling you paralyzing. A string of deep swears left his lips as he felt you already clenching around him.

After letting you adjust, Nolan started rocking his hips, quickly finding his rhythm. You didn’t have a single thought in your head, the way he hit your sweet spot inside and ground against your clit making you dizzy.

Nolan had never been in such bliss. He could never have imagined how good you would feel wrapped around him, your walls still pulsating from your first high as he slid in and out. The way your name sounded falling from his lips was pure ecstasy, his innate possessiveness in full drive. Your nails dug into his back, dragging burning lines into his skin that he knew he would be tormented about tomorrow in the locker room but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but the way your bodies fit together in perfect harmony right this moment.

You could feel yourself growing close within mere minutes, Nolan’s relentless thrusts giving you no mercy. He could tell you were almost there by the way you were fluttering around him, along with the mindless sounds of pleasure escaping your lips getting louder and louder.

“That’s it,” Nolan encouraged in your ear, “Cum for me, Y/N.”

Between his hot breath against your tingling skin and his plunging thrusts, Nolan had you seeing stars.

“Nolan, Nolan,” you whined.

You swore you almost blacked out, your vision going blank as he fucked you through your high. He wasn’t far behind you, the clenching of your pussy egging him on until he finally let go, his hips stuttering and groans filling the air as his head fell into the crook of your neck.

“Fuck,” Nolan sighed, letting his heart rate steady as he laid above you, resting the majority of his weight on his forearms.

“Yeah,” you responded with a breathy laugh, your mind still blank as you came down.

Nolan stayed there for a few minutes before finally sitting up, cringing as you whimpered when he pulled out. Your eyes slipped shut, but you could hear him shifting around the room. After pulling on a pair of fresh boxers and dampening a towel, Nolan gently cleaned you up, biting back a smirk each time you shivered at his touch. He disappeared again, this time returning with a shirt in hand, urging you to sit up so he could help you pull the soft fabric over your head.

You had every intention of getting dressed and leaving, but you just couldn’t find the energy to remove yourself from his warm bed. The sheets that smelled like him enveloped you, and now his t-shirt was draped over your shoulders begging you to stay. Nolan slid next to you, his body cradling yours from behind as he wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you impossibly close.

“Sleep well, Y/N,” Nolan hummed into your neck as he settled in.

“Goodnight,” you managed to get out, the shame of what you had just done starting to spiral in your head.

You made a mistake. Nolan was good, so good, and he deserved more than you could give him. Your last relationship ended in disaster, leaving you broken and abandoning the idea of finding love ever again. Regardless of what you told your friends and family, it was what drove you from home. Then came Nolan, he was the definition of kind. Even when he barely knew you he did whatever he could to protect you. That kind of guy deserves someone who’s got it together, not whatever mess you were. You couldn’t believe you let your attraction to him get the best of you, and now here you were, pressed against his sleeping frame as he held you.

Everything inside of you was telling you to leave. It was too much, the eventual pain of whatever this was ending was overwhelming. You could hear Nolan snoring behind you, the sound of his contentment almost bringing tears to your eyes. Gently lifting his arm from its spot across your waist, you slid from underneath his grasp. It was nearly impossible to find your clothes in the dark, but you managed to do so without making too much noise. Nolan didn’t even stir as you moved around him, folding the shirt he gave you and placing it on the nightstand.

Just as you reached for the door, you felt yourself pause. Don’t do it, Y/N. Don’t do it. But you couldn’t resist, slowly turning to take in what you were leaving behind.

Nolan was passed out, his body leaning towards the pillow where you once laid your head and his arm laying flat as if he was still holding you. You could make out the redness of his cheeks in the dim light, his eyelashes curling down onto his cheeks. Your heart broke as you looked at him, but you knew it was what you had to do. He deserved the world, which was much more than you were able to give him. Without giving it another second of thought, you opened the door as quietly as possible and made your escape.

+ one

It had been over three weeks since you last spoke to Nolan.

You couldn’t handle facing him just yet, so you did what you knew best: shutting out the people that cared about you the most. You ignored every single one of his calls and texts, eventually muting his number when it became too much. You replayed what you imagined he looked and felt like that morning, waking up to a cold, empty bed. It was heartbreaking, but you stayed firm in your decision. As long as you didn’t have to see his face you would be fine.

But of course, Aubrey had different plans for you.

Since that night, you had been more distant from her than ever before. You left the apartment early in the morning, spending your day in class and bouncing between different coffee shops while working. You kept up appearances when you returned in the evening, saying hello and asking her how her day was, but practically nothing else. You made an early exit to your room, citing homework or lack of sleep as your excuse. But she knew you better than anyone else, it was no secret something was wrong. Much to your content, you could only assume that Nolan was keeping your secret as well, knowing that if he told anyone on the team you would be getting an earful from her.

But Aubrey had decided that she was done letting you sulk about whatever it was you were so clearly upset by. The Flyers had been away for almost two weeks and tonight was their first game back home. Thanks to Travis, she had two tickets in hand ready for the two of you.

Before you had even shut the apartment door behind you after arriving home, she was jumping up to greet you.

“Hey!” Aubrey exclaimed as you walked in, “We’re going out tonight.”

You just stared at her confused, knowing damn well you had no intention of going anywhere. “Hey,” you started, “I- I don’t think so, I have a lot to do.”

“No, you don’t. Listen, I don’t know what is going on with you but I’m sick of watching you wallow in whatever it is. I’ve barely talked to you in almost a month, you’re coming with me,” Aubrey snapped. If there was one thing about having such an old friend it was that she always gave it to you straight.

“Where?” You begrudgingly inquired.

“Nope, it’s a surprise,” she answered. If her inkling was correct, whatever had you in this funk had something to do with a certain Flyers centerman and she was not risking you ditching because of it.

“Fine,” you groaned.

It wasn’t news to you that you had been a horrible friend recently. Despite the anxiety that came with breaking your current routine, maybe a night with Aubrey was just what you needed to take your mind off everything.

A few hours had passed, and you were sitting in the back of an Uber watching the city pass you by. Aubrey maintained the anonymity of the destination, ignoring all of your pleas for even just a hint. But there were some things that she couldn’t control.

Your stomach dropped when you saw where the car was heading towards, the large Wells Fargo Center plastered on the side of the building cluing you in. Of course, you thought, how could you not have known. You had so strictly blocked Nolan and the entire team from your mind that didn’t think to look at their schedule, but now it all made sense.

“Aubrey, no,” you stated, your voice already shaking as you got closer and closer.

“What the hell happened?” she snapped back, finally getting confirmation that your funk was related to Nolan.

“Nothing, nothing happened. I just don’t want to go,” you rebutted, “I’m not in the mood to see everyone, okay?”

“You don’t have to, we’re sitting alone,” she responded, turning her phone on and showing you the location of the tickets. As she promised, they were nowhere near the family boxes.

You didn’t say anything else, instead choosing silence as the car pulled up to the entrance. You both thanked the driver before quickly exiting, a long, awkward silence falling over the two of you as you entered the arena.

You could do this, you told yourself while adjusting in your seat. You could sit through one game, you didn’t even have to see or talk to anyone. If it would make Aubrey happy, you could suck it up and sit down. The two of you had still barely said a word to each other since arriving, and you could see the disappointment on her face. Deciding it was time to get over it, you put your arm around Aubrey, smiling as you instantly felt her relax and place her head on your shoulder. Neither of you said anything, but after knowing each other for so long, you didn’t have to. She knew what you meant.

You didn’t know what to expect, but the second you saw Nolan step onto the ice you were flooded with emotion. He looked tired, like he hadn’t been sleeping much or well, and your heart dropped at the thought that you may have been the reason why. You still were firm in your decision to avoid anything serious right now, but you knew you went about it in the completely wrong way. Nolan was the closest thing you had ever met to an angel, but you treated him like a random one night stand from the bar you barely knew. The guilt had overtaken you over the past few weeks, and seeing him in the flesh wasn’t helping.

It was a relatively uneventful game, the rebuilding Red Wings visiting and not giving the Flyers much of a fight. By the third period they were up 4-0, one of which was scored by number 19 himself. As the horn sounded signaling the end of the game, Aubrey turned to you.

“I was going to go see Travis,” she hesitated, “Do you want to come? Or I can meet you right after?”

“I’ll wait for you,” you encouraged.

Aubrey thanked you, squeezing your hand before getting up and heading downstairs. Instead of going to the main concourse to wait, you stayed in your seat, waiting for the crowds to clear out before you moved. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you started mindlessly scrolling as a distraction.

But your distraction didn’t last for long.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Your eyes slipped shut when you heard his voice, that same voice that left you weak in the knees. You immediately felt your heart begin to race and your palms sweat. You felt caught. After taking a moment to pause, you finally mustered up the courage to look up at him.

Nolan’s eyes were focused on your own, his hair slicked back and soaking wet still with sweat. He had definitely not showered yet, between the fact that the game just ended minutes ago and his appearance. He was dressed in his undergarments and slides, clearly he wasted no time before coming up here to find you.

“How did you even know I was here?” you questioned back, already feeling yourself on the defense.

“Really?” Nolan scoffed, “Travis told me. How else would I have known? It’s not like you talk to me.” He trailed off, his words becoming quieter.

“Nolan, please,” you pleaded, “Please sit down.”

There was no doubt in your mind that it was time for you to come clean. You could see the pain in his eyes and the hurt behind his voice. He obliged, sinking to sit in the seat beside you, but he didn’t turn to face you. His coldness was evident, and you knew that you deserved nothing else.

“I’m sorry,” you began, “I’m so sorry, Nolan. I- I shouldn’t have left like that, with no explanation-”

“I thought I had you,” he interrupted, “Finally, Y/N, after all those weeks of tiptoeing around it, I thought we were done pretending.”

You could feel the tears burning behind your irises, and it was taking everything within you not to let them out. Nolan’s words broke you, even more than you were already broken.

“Nolan, I wanted- I want,” you corrected yourself, “Nothing more than to give myself to you, but I- I just can’t. I’m not ready.”

“Then why did you sleep with me?” his voice cracked, “And what does that even mean, ‘you’re not ready’?”

“I can’t let myself get hurt again, okay? I can’t do it,” you sighed, finally succumbing to your emotion, “I am so sorry for dragging you into my mess, but I can’t let myself go through that again. And you deserve so much better.”

Your head fell to your hands, hiding your face from him as you cried. Even just speaking out loud your last heartbreak made you a wreck. Deep down you knew Nolan wasn’t capable of hurting you like that, but you wouldn’t let him take care of you anymore. You couldn’t. He deserved someone who didn’t need to be taken care of.

“Y/N,” Nolan hummed, gently placing a hand on your back. He cringed when you jumped at his touch. “Y/N, look at me, please.”

You did as he asked, your red, puffy eyes lifting to meet his baby blues, putting you at ease almost right away.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Nolan murmured, “I don’t know what you think, but you’re not a burden. You’re the complete opposite and I want to show you that. If you’ll let me.” He paused, his eyes frantically scanning your face for any sign of your reaction. You were staring ahead of you, entranced with the ice below as you processed his words. Despite knowing how much it could potentially hurt, Nolan said what he thought he had to, “Even if it’s just as friends, but you can’t disappear on me again.”

You made Nolan feel at peace, like when he was with you nothing else mattered. But no matter how strong his feelings were, he cared for you enough to put them aside if that’s what it took to keep you in his life.

“I don't want to be friends,” you whispered, finally breaking the silence.

As if there was some kind of magnifying force between the two of you, your body lunged towards Nolan’s, your lips crashing together instantly. He was stunned, his body frozen in shock, but within seconds he melted against your touch with one hand on your lower back and the other tangled in your hair. It felt like time stopped in that moment, the only thing making you pull away was the lack of air.

You were both breathless, your foreheads resting against one another. Nolan took both of your hands in his, intertwining his much larger fingers with yours.

“I trust you,” you breathed out.

The grin that spread on Nolan’s face was like nothing you had ever seen before. You matched him right away, smiling as you watched the pure joy and relief wash over. The same joy and relief that you were feeling.

“Does this mean I finally get to take you out?” he asked, his deep mumble making you feel right at home again.

“Maybe,” you teased, “Only if you shower,” you added, pretending to push him off of you.

Nolan couldn’t help but fall into a fit of laughter at your subtle jab. That’s what he loved about you most, the way you could earn a smile or chuckle out of him like no one else.

He stood up from his seat, extending his hand out as he stared down at you. Without even a crumb of doubt creeping its way into your mind, you took his hand. Wrapping your arms around Nolan’s and resting your head against his shoulder, you walked out and into the hallway together.

Nolan leaned down and pressed a gentle peck to your forehead, and for the first time in longer than you could remember, you felt untouchable.

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There, There, spidey.

Tony Stark x platonic! Penny Parker. Deadpool x platonic! Penny Parker. Ned Leeds x platonic! Penny Parker.

Inspired by: @justme--emily <3!!!! (My fav omg)

Warnings: underage drinking, getting drunk, VOMITING!!!!! Brief mention of starvation (not vulgar) , brief mention of losing virginity (doesn’t happen Isn’t vulgar) ,,, I think that’s it? Lmk if I’m incorrect.

A/n: YOOO ITS BEEN TOO LONG SINCE I POSTED A FIC HORRAYYYY IM BACK!! And!!! It’s penny parker!!! HORRAY! My fav! Hopefully u guys like this! If u wanna leave feedback, negative or positive, it would be so so so greatly appreciated! Ok love u. Also fun fact: if u remember when I was on a hiatus a few months ago cause I was grounded… some of this story was taken from my real experience of why I was grounded :) lmfao Ok go ahead and read. Love <3

“I won’t be able to patrol tomorrow,” Penny says, taking one of the final bites of her sandwich. Her tone is quite monotone for her usual self. And Deadpool, who’s sitting about three feet to the right of her on the roof of his apartment complex, can tell something is off.

He looks up at her with a mouth full of bread, ham, and cheese. Waiting for her to elaborate. So penny continues. “I’m busy.”

His masks eyes narrow. Penny has become used to reading his emotion through his mask, granted, it’s not that difficult. “You’re busy?” He starts, “You should be a comedian. You’re penny parker, high school student, and major loser.” He jokes with penny. With his lack of filter, it’s easy to come off harsher than he means to. And that aspect doesn’t always go well with penny’s sensitivity.

Penny doesn’t need a special mask with changing eyes to indicate how she’s feeling. Wade could tell she was upset by her body language. Her whole body seemed taken aback and she scoffs, “Hey, don’t be mean to me.” She says in her small, agitated voice that wade recognizes much better.

Wade fights the urge to smile at her reaction, Especially since his mask is pulled up to his nose, revealing his lips so he could shovel his lunch into his mouth. “We always patrol together on Friday nights, the crime rates are the highest on Fridays. What gives?” He verbally pokes at penny, expecting an explanation.

Penny just shrugs and looks down at the last bite of her sandwich. “I forgot I made plans with my friend.” She avoids eye contact with wade, knowing he’s the kind of person who won’t stop until he understands what’s going on, and knowing his lack of filter will more or less force her to tell him the truth.

“Okay. We still on for next Friday?” Wade opts for asking simply. He and penny had only known each other for a couple of months, and they’re most familiar which each other’s superhero alter egos. They’ve never hung out outside of patrolling together on occasion and they’d never seen each other out of uniform aside from when they’d randomly ran into each other in the supermarket one Saturday, both with grocery’s in hand. Immediately recognizing each other, eyes widening and both turning the opposite way.

“Mhm.” She hums with her mouth full of her last bite, shaking the crumbs off her palms. After she answers, wade pulls his mask down before face-palming over his masked forehead. “Oh, damn. I forgot I have a dinner date with Captain America.” He says in a serious tone.

Penny stares at him blankly.

“Kidding! He won’t return my calls.” Wade's eyes lighten at his own joke and he flicks his wrist towards penny humorously.

Penny presses her lips together in a small, unamused smile. Before pulling her mask down to fully cover her face. “I need to head over to the tower. I have my internship.” She says, standing up on the ledge of the building and brushing the crumbs off her legs.

“Right. See you around, spidey.” Wade says, penny nods and swings off towards the tower.

While swinging away penny thinks she did a good job at keeping her plans a secret and keeping suspicion low. But if she had stuck around a second longer she would’ve heard wade mutter something along the lines of, “she’s hiding something, the teenage angst is stirring up!” Before shuffling into his lower class, extremely lower class apartment.

Upon arrival on stark tower premises, penny swings into the easily openable window in the exclusive avenger's gym. Tony put a small fingerprint accessible lock on the window so penny could get into the tower easily whenever she needed to.

She swings into the gym and sticks to the wall to lock the window back up. Then she walks over to the women’s locker room to unlock her locker and get the change of clothes she always has accessible. She doesn’t know when the lockers get restocked, or how anyone would even know there needs to be a change of clothes restocked for her, but whenever she’s had to snatch the change of clothes, they’re always there for her, and another change is readily available the next time she checks. Every time without fail.

The change is just a pair of jeans that fit her perfectly, and a plain navy blue long sleeve tee. Her unspoken theory is that pepper is the one who restocks her locker because the clothes are always something penny would probably have at home anyway. And it doesn’t hurt her theory that the clothes always smell like pepper and Tony’s laundry detergent.

After she gets out of her suit and into her clothes, she heads to the gym's elevator, which eventually takes her up into Tony’s personal lab. She scans her hand and enters her passcode, and the door unlocks with a beep, that Tony hears and turns around to greet her.

“Penny!” He claps, penny smiles as the door shuts behind her. Tony narrows his eyes slightly, pointing to her, “You went on patrol today after school?” He asks, even though he already knows the answer.

Pennys confused as to how he already knows seconds after stepping into the lab, she blinks away her confusion and smiles sheepishly, hoping this doesn’t ignite a conversation, “yeah. How’d you know?” She asks in a quiet voice as if it’s a secret.

“Spider-man doesn’t wear shoes,” Tony says, pointing to her fresh white socks she’d found in her locker and lack of shoes. She looks down at her feet and quietly sighs in relief. This isn’t the first time she’s not had her shoes on in the tower, when she’d stayed late for dinner with Tony before, they’d kicked their shoes off and went up to his penthouse. She’d spent evenings having impromptu dinner with pepper and Tony often.

She laughs in acknowledgment and sits at her workbench off in a corner. Tony turns to her as she revisits what she was working on last week, briefing her mind for a second before getting ready to start her work again. But feels his eyes on her. She pauses for a second before slowly looking up to see him staring as if waiting for her to catch his eyes.

“Why? You don’t usually patrol on Thursdays.” He asks lightheartedly. Penny knows he’s not being accusatory, but she’s getting tired of everyone asking her about it. She knows she’ll have to deal with this with Aunt May later, and she’s not in the mood to have all these authority figures watching over her 24/7.

“I finished my homework so I figured, why not?” She says, glancing down back at her work, trying to brush off the subject.

“Your schedule is Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays. Sometimes Sundays, something going on?” Mr. Stark asks. Penny blinks hard, trying to ignore the agitation. She breathes through her nose for a second, trying not to lose her temper over something so small.

She doesn’t know why she’s so short-tempered today.

Maybe because she knows she’s doing something wrong.

“I’m busy tomorrow.” Penny doesn’t look up from her workbench this time. She starts her work, scribbling equations on a piece of scrap paper, trying to figure out how to fix an error in a prototype of her new work-in-progress web fluid.

Tony’s long since gotten off his stool and walked closer to where penny’s sitting. He’s hovering over where she’s writing and she pauses for a second uncomfortably. “Yeah? What’s up?” He asks, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning slightly to read penny’s writing, which has slowed since she felt pressured by the smartest man in the world reading her theories.

When he leans closer she stops writing. She glances up over her shoulder and makes eye contact with Tony. “I have plans. With ned.” She says shortly, glaring at him sassily for a second. She shakes her head slightly, clenches her jaw, and turns back to her prototype.

Tony stares for a moment longer, taken aback at penny’s mood. Usually, she’s excited to talk about her life and the things going on that interest her, but she seems short-tempered. Tony’s never realized how much he enjoys listening to her messy rambling and cut-off conversations when something else pops into her mind that she seems more important.

“Have fun,” Tony says and turns around to return to his workbench. He’s not one to press with penny, since he knows he’s not her father, and penny tries to be the same way since she knows she’s not his daughter. But the short sass and teenage girl way has overtaken her at this point. And she doesn’t know where it’s coming from, as that’s never been the way she’s opted to behave.

Her eyes linger on his frame walking away for a second. In between a breath, she makes a decision, “Sorry, Mr. stark. I’ve been trying to patrol more because I know I'm gonna miss patrol on Friday, so I'm just tired from working a lot. I'm going to the movies with ned.” She says staring at the floor. She’s never been a huge fan of lying, and she feels her stomach burning immediately as she realizes the hole she’s dug herself into.

Tony sits on his stool and turns to look at her. He nods in understanding. “Don’t worry about it, pen. No patrolling tonight. I want you to be well-rested.” He says, and she meets his eyes for a moment before nodding and turning back to her workbench. Tony turns towards his own work and she closes her eyes angrily. She knows he’s trying to be nice and he’s not trying to annoy her, but she feels so ticked off that he's trying so hard to act like her parent. He’s not her parent.

Penny works quietly for the rest of the evening. Answering in a minimalistic but not rude way. Only speaking when spoken to, and near the time she usually leaves, she pretends to be dozing off so she can be excused early.

She fakes a yawn, “I’m gonna head home, Mr. Stark. I’d like to catch Aunt May before she has to start her second shift.” She says, standing up and cleaning her bench up briefly.

“Alright, kid. I’ll call happy to give you a ride home.” He says, standing up from his own workbench and stretching. Penny looks over at him and immediately shakes her head, “I wanna catch her before she leaves. Her shifts in thirty minutes, so I’m gonna swing over there now.” She says, matter-of-factly. Penny doesn’t even know if her aunt is working tonight. She just wants to leave the lap as soon as possible.

Tony wants to argue with the girl, but he can tell that’s a slippery slope today. “You sure you’re okay?” He asks narrowing his eyes. Penny nods, “I’ll be safe.” She says.

They walk out of the lab together and into the elevator. Tony tells FRIDAY to bring them to the gym, and after, to pepper and his’ penthouse.

After the elevator arrives at the gym floor, penny steps out. She turns around to say goodbye to the man. “Goodnight, Mr. Stark. Thank you!” She says as the doors start to close.

“Night, kid.” He says, and the elevator starts to bring him to where he needs to go.

Penny heads back to the locker room to put her suit back on. She opens her locker and it’s folded neatly and smells like Tony and peppers laundry detergent.

She also spots another change of clothes.

000

Penny wakes up the next morning well-rested. After shoveling leftovers into her mouth the night before, she immediately went to bed. May wasn’t home from work, and penny didn’t know when she’d be back. So she took it as an opportunity to give herself a break from lying, though, she would have to tell one small lie.

She packed her change of clothes for the party in her backpack. She also shoved a several-year-old tube of mascara out from her drawer. The last time she used it being her uncle Ben's funeral many years prior.

She quickly scarfed up a banana and some peanut butter and then wrote a small note for May.

‘I think I mentioned to you earlier in the week, but ned and I are seeing a movie tonight, I’ll sleepover at his house and be back Early tomorrow. Do u wanna do something tomorrow? Text me. Love u! - penny ‘

She sticks the note on the kitchen table and slings her backpack over her shoulder, walking out of the apartment and catching the subway to school.

000

When she arrives at school, ned smiles at her giddily. Their first high school party. They’d been friends since 5th grade, this is something they have dreamt of for years together.

“You’re coming over after school, right?” Ned asks quietly when she approaches his locker. She nods even though ned already knows she is because they’ve been texting about their plans the entire week.

Penny can hardly focus all day, and all she can say is she’s glad she and ned don’t have any classes together this semester because if she can’t focus, god knows ned can’t. And her suspicion is confirmed true when the seventh bell rings and she exits her classroom, hearing two girls mutter how restless ned was. She almost stopped to defend her best friend, but once she caught sight of him leaving his classroom rapidly and smiling at her brightly, she understands the girl's behavior.

They exit the school soon after and walk home towards Ned’s House. On the way home, in between conversations, ned starts to lean towards the sandwich shop he and penny usually eat at on days when they hang out after school, but penny stops him, shaking her head.

“It’s easier to get drunk on an empty stomach.” She says as they stand in the middle of the sidewalk outside of the deli.

“Well, yeah. But it’s easier to get alcohol poisoning that way too.” Ned says, gesturing towards the doors. Penny rolls her eyes. Sometimes she forgets her best friend is basically just as smart as her.

“Okay, if you want to eat then be my guest. But God knows I need it, I don’t know how easy it’ll be for me with my fast metabolism.” Penny says matter of factly. Ned sighs and they make their way into the store.

After ned orders and the man starts making his food, (not before asking, “nothing for the girl?”) ned continues to press penny. “You really should eat, pen. Won't you just burn it off anyway?” He asks in a kind voice.

Penny’s not having it. “Dude, I know what I’m doing.” She snaps, resisting the urge to take out all her anger from the past few days out onto ned. But she knows she can’t, he doesn’t deserve that.

Ned gets his food and they walk silently back to his house. Penny’s stomach continues to make noise for the rest of the night.

000

About an hour before they leave for the party, Penny changes into her outfit. She regrets it immediately. It makes her feel much more revealed than she ever has in her spider-suit, which is skin tight and shows every aspect of her body.

Ned changes, and after opening the door to his room again and seeing penny’s outfit, he shields his eyes. “Holy- penny! Are you actually going to wear that?” He says, frozen in place.

Penny frantically looks in between the mirror, then to him. “I-i don’t know! I shouldn’t, right? It’s too much?” She says nervously. This entire thing is out of her comfort zone and it’s making her feel so weird.

“I thought we wanted to go and have a few drinks and dance! I didn’t know you were planning on losing your-“ Ned starts, but penny yells his name to cut him off, shocked at where the sentence was going. She tells him to leave the room and she makes do with what she has.

Her pair of jeans, her t-shirt, the small top she’s wearing, and the short skirt she’s wearing. She plays musical chairs with her clothing pieces and finally decided on her pair of jeans and the scandalous shirt. She checks Ned’s closet as a last resort and adds his zip-up that’s oversized on her. She opts for not zipping it up and tells ned to come back in.

He agrees that it’s better. He sprays cologne on, and penny puts her mascara on, and five minutes before leaving they stand side by side in the bathroom mirror.

“Are you ready?” Ned asks. Penny nods.

“Are you?” Penny asks ned, he hums in response and they leave the house.

000

They walk all the way to the party in the suburbs of queens. People are spilling out of the house. All the lights are on, music is blaring, and people are vomiting on the front lawn.

Ned and penny exchange an anxious glance and step in through the front door. It’s an open house, so no one’s there to greet them, besides MJ after a few minutes of ned and penny awkwardly walking around people.

MJ tells them where to find the keg. “If you wanna be stupid go for it, it’s in the bathtub. I just come to these things to observe people ruining their lives.” She says, ned and penny stare at her for a prolonged second, and then make their way to the bathroom.

After filling up two cups, they both take their first sip. Ned gags and penny spits it back into her cup.

After raiding the pantry and looking around the kitchen for things that could help the rancid flavor, (and adding sugar, which ultimately made it taste worse) penny and Ned opt for simply chugging it despite the awful taste and plugging their nose.

It takes about five minutes before penny starts to feel it. She’s in the middle of a conversation with Ned and MJ. “Wait!” She stops ned from his sentence, “I think it’s working! I need more!” She says as her vision starts to blur ever so slightly.

They get two more cups, and penny chugs hers as ned and MJ watch in horror. Well, ned watches in horror, MJ watches with a knowing amused face. When penny finishes the cup, MJ shakes her head.

“Are you going to finish that?” Penny asks ned through a belch. Ned shakes his head slightly, and penny takes his cup.

Ned and MJ exchange a shocked glance and penny exclaims when she finishes her third cup, running off away from the two.

Penny has her fifteen minutes of fun feeling drunk and out of it. She meets a girl she’s never seen before whos about the same amount of drunk as her, the girl tells her how fun it is to spin while drunk, and penny tries it, she’s absolutely shocked and her mouth drops, hugging the girl for her service.

Then the girl tells her about how it feels to run while drunk. Penny gasps and begs her to run with her, so the two of them exit the house and run down the street. Penny laughs and smiles the entire time they’re running together. They run halfway down the street, before stopping to spin together for a minute, then running back towards the house the party was being held at.

When they reach the house, penny stops in the road to spin again. The girl halts her running as well, before muttering something along the lines of, “I think I’m gonna be sick.” And running off into the house. But penny was too drunk and focused on her spinning to hear the girl.

When penny gets too dizzy, she stops, and nearly falls over. She catches herself and tries to see straight. “Girl?” Penny calls out, looking outside in at the house and all the people inside.

“Giirrllyy?” Penny calls out in a curious tone searching for her new friend, the dizziness doesn’t fade, and only worsens for a second as she attempts to take a step forward but stumbles.

But before she can crash into the pavement, a big man with strong arms catches her. She closes her eyes preparing for the fall but opens them when she’s caught, and she sees red.

She looks up and sees the Deadpool mask.

“Oh my god!” She yells, pushes him away angrily, and stands up straight.

“What, am I not-“ Deadpool starts sounding amused but stops his sentence when he sees penny cross her arms and the familiar angry look on her face. “Spidey?” He asks in a shocked voice.

She stomps childishly. “Can you jus’ leave me alone!? Why is everybody so obsessed with me!?” She yells at him. He watches intently, confused at the entire situation.

“Are you… drunk?” He asks and even though severely under the influence, she can still hear the stupid amused tone in his voice. She’s sick of hearing it all the time.

“No shit, Sherlock,” She slurs, “Why did you follow me here you creep!? Did Mr. S’ark put you up to it?” She angrily questions, and drools a little bit, wiping her mouth aggressively.

“Oh, I just came to break up the party, I love ruining fun! Especially if I wasn’t invited,” he starts in a jokey tone, penny watches with a stone-hard angry look on her small face. “What I didn’t expect, is to see penny parker, the fifteen-year-old vigilante here! So I guess we’re both having a surprising night!” He says in an excitingly condescending tone.

“Everyone needs to leave me alone and let me live my own-“ penny starts, but suddenly swallows bile. “My own-“ she gags, Deadpool’s mask shows him grimace as she suddenly vomits right in front of her. Wade runs back dramatically and screams in disgust.

Penny’s retching stops and she collapses onto the ground, immediately sobbing at the burning in her throat and stomach, and at the anger and overwhelming trouble she’s felt the past few days.

“Please, just go.” She says as tears rapidly run down her cheeks, and she can see Deadpool stand a few feet away from her, hands up to his face.

“Oh no, she’s a sad drunk.” He says sympathetically as he reaches down to pat her on the back, avoiding her vomit.

“There, there, spidey.” He says softly as her back heaves and she shoves her face into her hands. But after only a few seconds of Deadpool shushing her, she gags again and vomits more painful liquid up.

“Jesus, kid. What did you eat?” Deadpool says as penny’s sobbing and vomiting continues. Penny wipes her mouth and her eyes briefly, only before continuing to sob hysterically. “Nothing, dumbass. I was trying to get drunk quicker that’s the whole point. God, you really are so stupid sometimes.” She hiccups through sobs. This is the rawest penny has ever been.

Penny doesn’t think much about what Wade's reaction would be, but if she had, she would’ve assumed he would’ve been offended, or he would’ve walked away from her altogether out of shock and hurt. But he just bursts into laughter. “I knew you had the sass in you! I gotta get you drunk more often.” He says, patting her back and shaking his head.

Penny looks up and Ned and MJ are approaching them. The sight must have been funny, and MJ sure thought so, because she burst into laughter and snapped a picture of penny and Deadpool before ned spoke up. “Penny, are… you okay?” He asks hesitantly as he eyes Deadpool. Penny shakes her head through tears.

“This is a sensitive topic for her,” Deadpool says. Nodding with fake sympathy and rubbing her back. Ned watches his best friend with worry, “penny, do you need me to call May?” He asks, bending down to awkwardly pat penny’s knee.

Before her sobbing can stop and she can answer, wade answers for her, holding up a hand. “No need, good sir. I’m her personal Uber.” He says and picks penny up bridal style.

The change in gravity makes penny gag, but she doesn’t vomit this time. Deadpool asks ned a question and ned rattles off a string of numbers to him. Penny wishes she could understand but the nausea is clouding her vision and her ears. She lets her head hang limply and Deadpool pauses to look at her, he feels her pulse and upon realizing she’s conscious, rolls his eyes.

“We should get going now. Say bye penny! Byeee!” Wade grabs penny’s limp wrist and shakes it to indicate her waving goodbye to her friends, penny doesn’t register anything that’s happening.

Then wade starts walking down the street.

“I thought a perk of being an orphan would be having no one to constantly be monitoring everything you do,” MJ says in a monotone voice after she and ned had been standing for a while watching Deadpool walk away with penny in his arms.

Ned scoffs, “you’d think.” He says, and they turn around to re-enter the party.

000

“You haven’t even learned how to drink yet.” She hears Deadpool say as they enter a building. Penny cant register what building yet, until she hears a familiar voice. “Oh my god, is she okay?” The voice says. Penny suddenly recognizes exactly who it is and jerks her eyes open. It’s pepper.

“She’s pretty much vomited everything out of her system. Perks of being a teenage mutant I guess. Damn that fast metabolism.” Deadpool eyes penny with joke-anger in his eyes. No one else finds him funny, so he continues, “her ego may be bruised after I remind her of this every time I see her. But physically, aside from a killer hangover tomorrow morning, she should be fine.” Deadpool shrugs.

Pepper sighs and anxiously fidgets with her hands. Penny watches with guilt in her stomach knowing she’s caused her anxiety. “Okay, um… would you mind carrying her up to the penthouse? I’m sorry to ask but-“ pepper starts, but is interrupted by Tony. He walks out from behind pepper slowly with his hands in his pockets and penny wonders where he even came from, but upon hearing his voice, she lets her head fall limp once again.

“There’s no need. I’ll take her.” Tony says, he holds his arms out, gesturing for Deadpool to hand her limp body over. Deadpool hisses as if penny had just been seriously injured. “Ooh, you are in for it, spidey.” He says quietly to penny, and she wishes her powers allowed her to time travel, or to turn invisible, or teleport, or anything else that could help her get out of this situation right now.

The worst part is she knows the best way for her to not be in this situation right now, would’ve been telling the truth the entire time.

She keeps her eyes closed as she feels her body being handed over to Tony, whose arms feel much more comfortable and warm, not so strong, but still just as capable. “Bye penny!” Deadpool yells as they enter the elevator with pepper.

“Penny's bedroom is ready for her. I’ll bring a trash can and some water in there.” Pepper says quietly to Tony, penny doesn’t hear Tony answer, so she assumes he nods or something. She hopes he does. She hopes he’s not too mad or too hurt to answer.

The next thing she knows, she’s being softly lowered into bed. After she’s laying and trying her hardest to seem asleep, Tony takes her shoes off slowly and softly, and he covers her with blankets and tucks her in. The doorknob clicks and pepper walks in with a cup of water, and a couple of pills. She sets them on the side table. She knows they’re still standing there but she can’t see what they’re doing. She’s too scared to open her eyes.

“What are we going to do with her?” She Heard- pepper say softly. She sounds upset. She can hear what she assumes to be Tony kiss pepper. “We’ll see when the time comes.” He says, and the two of them walk out.

It’s a few minutes before penny feels like it’s safe to open her eyes, and when she does she sees the guest bedroom that she’d stayed in multiple times. She didn’t know this was ‘her’ room according to pepper. She would stay up longer to dwell on it, but the adventures of the night catch up with her, and she immediately falls asleep.

000

The next morning she wakes up and immediately remembers some of the events from the night before. She knows she’s forgetting parts, and she feels like that’s even worse than remembering.

Her head is killing her, and she remembers the pills on her nightstand that pepper placed there the night before. She chugs the water and gets out of bed.

She looks around the room and out of curiosity, reaches for the knob of the dresser in the corner of the room. Penny figured it wishful thinking until she pulls the drawer open and it’s full of clothes in her size, tops and bottoms, pajamas, undergarments. A lot of socks. And it all smells like pepper and Tony’s laundry detergent.

Penny smiles slightly and feels upset at herself, figuring she hurt them. She knows they care about her, and she knows she broke their trust. And they’re pretty cool, anyway.

It takes her a few minutes before she works up the courage to walk out of her room, but eventually she does.

Not before checking her phone. She has three text notifications.

Call me in the morning. From may

How are u feeling? From Wade Wilson.

And an attachment of her sitting on the ground next to her pile of vomit, sobbing hysterically, and Deadpool smiling and holding a thumbs up with his arm around her shoulder, from MJ.

000

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itsclydebitches · 3 years ago

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You think a show with the subject of Unity WOULD’VE made James redeemable. This show used to do this, during the Fall in V3 is when we really saw how close everyone was. Heck, Qrow saving Ironwood and assuring him he knows he would never do this was the moment we learned that, for all their differences, they ARE friends who care about each other. What happened to this? What happened to the hope and unity in times of a darkness? V7-8 makes me feel so dirty with the lack of compassion.

I think what frustrates me about Ironwood isn’t that the story had an antagonist/villain go too far to be redeemed within the story itself. After all, a story with a cast this side doesn’t need (and, arguably, shouldn’t have) every single character become #good if you’re looking for some kind of “realism.” The execution of the arcs aside, having someone who is too scared to do the right thing (Raven), or dies as a result of their unwillingness to back down (Adam) isn’t bad writing and doesn’t automatically undermine the message of unity. After all, we see the characters attempting such unity, or at least peace through distance—Ruby asking Raven to come over to their side, Yang telling Adam to just leave them alone—and those offers were rejected. At that point, there’s only so much the heroes can do. The ball is now in the antagonist's court.

So putting aside how badly Ironwood’s fall was written overall (which, obviously, contributes to the frustration) I think RWBY’s mistake stems largely from the heroes not making those offers, nor putting in the expected effort for an ally (in RWBYJNOR's case) and a friend (in Qrow and Winter's). I’ve seen a resurgence in the fandom of a “The heroes aren’t responsible for Ironwood” take and yeah, sure, technically speaking no one is responsible for anyone else, especially not when it’s a bunch of teenagers in regards to the world leader. However, if we’re thinking about this in terms of what the heroes preach and what messages the story wants to convey, then it is a problem that none of them work to unify with Ironwood. Many fans will claim they did do that work, but as discussed elsewhere, everything came with the “Do as we say” caveat. Ruby was only willing to unify provided they do things her way, which is no more unity than Ironwood demanding that she “unify” by doing exactly what he wants. It’s just obedience in either direction, but the difference is that Ironwood spent all of Volume 7 working towards actual unity in the form of offering information, support, and compromise whereas the group maintained their lie, demanded perfection without offering solutions, and went on to betray him. Then we hit Volume 8 where that mistake occurs: characters either ignore, or attack Ironwood/what he represents without trying to strive for that unity prior to giving up on him. Off the top of my head:

Qrow randomly drops his initial desire to talk to Ironwood to instead attack Clover with Tyrian, then plans a revenge killing on Ironwood.

Team RWBY chooses to fight the Ace Ops despite being given the call to approach this problem in a more peaceful way, even if it’s not ideal.

Penny is torn about this division between Ruby’s group and Ironwood's, but instead of allowing her to work through that—which could potentially lead to reunification—Ruby makes it clear that there are sides and Penny needs to stay on the correct one. (Seen mostly notably in Ruby taking Penny’s call and giving a very biased speech before entering Atlas HQ).

Winter and the Ace Ops both see Ironwood shoot a man… but no one cares? No one is going to try and talk to him about that? Make sure it doesn’t happen again? Even just leave if he’s officially gone off the deep end? By having them all stay by his side but without commenting on the murder (even in a “Holy shit is he gonna kill us? I’m too scared to try and escape” way), we’re left with the implication that they’re just… fine with that. No need to try and steer off the road Ironwood is heading down. This is whatever. We’ve got five otherwise active characters passively allowing this to happen because the story didn’t want Ironwood to change, but it also wasn’t capable of writing that fall persuasively.

Going off of that, many others have pointed to Winter’s brief talk with Ironwood before JNOR+E arrive to take him out. She explicitly says that she doesn’t think she can talk him out of this, despite the fact that no one has tried.

Ruby announces to the entire world that Ironwood is no longer trustworthy. This happens early in the Volume, before the bomb threat, when Ruby doesn’t know about the councilman, or Ironwood shooting Oscar, or anything else he's done while separated from her. All she knows is that he wanted to evacuate who he could and that, to Ruby’s mind, is worthy of world-wide condemnation. Regardless of whether we think Remnant would trust the word of an unknown, too young huntress, the fact remains that Ruby expects them to trust her. She expects them to believe her and act accordingly: all of Remnant should refrain from trusting Ironwood. Not only is this a strong indication that the writing never even considered giving Ironwood a redemption, but in-world our main characters—the one who is preaching unity—has rejected it completely despite having incredibly little reason to. At this point in time, from Ruby’s perspective, the worst thing Ironwood has done is try to save half his Kingdom rather than letting it all be destroyed, yet according to her, this is unforgivable.

When Yang has a long talk with Raven and makes no headway in changing her mind, I buy that there’s nothing left for Yang to do except walk away. When Adam has stalked Blake for weeks, attacked her twice, dismembered Yang, was given numerous chances to back down, and was still going in for the kill, I buy that there’s nothing left for them to do except act in self-defense, resulting in his death. In contrast, I personally don’t buy Oscar putting that amount of trust in Hazel with no indication that this would amount to anything except a major loss for the good side, but the story insists that this was the right thing to do. It’s worth reaching out to people, even if they’re one of Salem’s lackeys and are currently torturing you! Similarly, I don’t buy the heroes accepting Emerald with the speed they did, but again, the story insists that this was the right thing to do. It’s worth reaching out to people, even if they’re one of Salem’s/Cinder’s lackeys, destroyed your school, helped murder your friend, and tried to kill that friend again just an hour ago! The message is that the chance of success doesn't matter, it's always correct to try and get people to do the right thing. The execution of all this is incredibly messy, but usually RWBY gives us something in regard to why redemption hasn’t happened despite those offers. Either it does happen (logic be damned) thereby justifying the effort in the first place, or the antagonist refused to take it, letting the hero off the hook. They tried and that's all we can ask of them.

The exceptions to this are Ozpin and Ironwood. Ozpin was granted forgiveness, but it was never offered. He had to come begging for it after circumstances ensured he couldn’t keep his distance anymore. However, Ironwood is (apparently) operating under a semblance that ensures he focuses 100% on whatever task he has set, presumably making it impossible (or at least very, very hard) to snap out of that and go asking for his own redemption. Iffy canon aside, there are a dozen more reasons why it’s unreasonable to expect Ironwood to orchestrate a moment like Ozpin’s—from him actually believing he’s right to just not being forced to interact with the group—which means that redemption could only come if someone offered it. After Oscar's attempt that, in retrospect, was pretty lackluster and maintained those caveats, one did. No one was inclined to help, or push back, or work to save a man they supposedly cared about. It would indeed take work! It would not be easy, nor without risk, but isn’t that supposed to be the message of RWBY? Trust love and fight for unity? The characters are, apparently, willing to put in that effort and accept that risk for the likes of Hazel and Emerald… just not Ironwood. Ironwood is the outlier who, despite being surrounded by people of varying relationships—from subordinates to friends—and despite these people having varying responses to his actions—from horror to full support—none of them, when it was clear he needed help, was inclined to offer that. And sure, that’s a story. There’s nothing wrong with that story, but it’s certainly not the kind of story RWBY claims to want to tell.

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

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frenchpuppycormier · 3 years ago

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fluff 10 and/or 11 + supercorp for the sentence starters pls 💞

"Are we on a date right now?" / "I think I'm in love with you."

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Saturday signals the best day in Kara's book for one simple reason: the farmers market. It's the perfect place to buy fresh produce directly from the grower at a lower price than those pesky retailers. Not to mention, it's fresher and it's a great way to support local communities.

Kara enjoys it most in the early morning between 8 and 9 when the California heat hasn't bombarded its citizens yet. One of her favorite memories of going to the market was when she first arrived on earth, and Eliza and Alex took her to the one in Midvale. Eliza bought her the sweetest miniature doughnuts which practically melted in her mouth. She's been a huge (understatement of the year) fan ever since.

The farmers market is located 20 blocks from her apartment, just a short jaunt or flight for the hero.

Today she decides to walk and enjoy the nice cool breeze, and the warm sun spilling on her face. She can already hear the acoustics of a folk band covering a Fleetwood Mac song at the end of main street. The leaves are starting to change, indicating the beginning of fall, and the ones already on the ground crunch beneath her feet.

Her reusable cloth bag with the words, "Okey Dokey Artichokey" and a cartoon artichoke with a smiley face and tiny stick arms, is slung over her shoulder. Lena had given it to her as a gag gift, but Kara uses it the most out of all her bags. Any gift from Lena is special and she will always treasure it.

As she rounds the corner to the market, she sneaks another look at her list to remind herself what she needs, when she bumps into someone. Hard. Fortunately, Kara manages to grab the other person's arm before they fall.

"Oh my gosh," Kara cringes. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was—" she interrupts herself when she sees, "Lena?"

"Hey there, slick," Lena laughs and nudges the hand latched on her arm to tangle with her fingers.

Kara responds by swinging their arms back and forth, like what friends do when they haven't seen each other in months. But Kara and Lena just saw each other yesterday. This is normal, right? Kara thinks. The fluttering in my chest is completely common whenever I see my friends....Right?

"Wh-what are you doing here?" Kara speaks before her brain can catch up with her.

Lena's face lights up with a sly grin. "Can't a woman go to the market every once in a while?"

"N-no no, of course you can," Kara laughs awkwardly, "I meant, gosh I'm not sure...I guess I just didn't expect to see you here. You live all the way on the other side of town."

"Relax, love," she chuckles and squeezes her hand and releases it, Kara immediately missing the warmth. "I'm teasing you. But to answer your question, I'm in desperate need of fresh kale, and I heard this particular stand has the best in the city."

Kara feigns gagging and Lena playfully shoves her shoulder. “I still don’t understand how you can eat that stuff.”

“Who knew the green stuff that incapacitates you was kale.”

“More like your eyes,” Kara mumbles.

“What was that?”

Kara’s eyes widen. “N-nothing,” she rubs the back of her neck. “Um, so….do you care if I join you? Wandering aimlessly through the market checking out food stands with my best friend sounds like the perfect way to spend my Saturday morning.”

“I’d love nothing more,” Lena replies, smiling brightly.

—

“Oooh, look! A food truck!” Kara points.

Lena laughs at her zeal. “Let’s see what they have.”

Kara reaches for her hand and twines their fingers together before dragging her toward the truck. Lena’s stomach swoops at the action, but she calms herself down enough so Kara doesn’t notice her rapid heartbeat. Not that she would, considering food is the best distraction when it comes to the blonde.

Little does Lena know that nothing can distract Kara from Lena, especially considering 98% of the time Kara is listening to the constant thumps and quivers of Lena’s heart, but Kara doesn’t say anything.

Kara looks up at the man in the truck and politely rattles off her order, then looks at Lena and asks, “What do you want?”

“Um,” Lena quickly glances at the menu and says, “I’ll have the Avo Smash, please.” She moves to hand the man cash, but Kara stops her and insists she'll pay for it. "My treat."

Once they give their order they move to the side and wait until their names are called.

When they get their food they move to a shady spot on the sidewalk and admire how delicious it looks.

“What’s that?” Kara asks.

“Oh, it’s a piece of toast with smashed avocado, egg, and tomato,” Lena replies, noticing how Kara turns up her nose. Lena rolls her eyes and gestures at her hands, “What’d you get?”

"Uh, only the most scrumptious and melt in your mouth-watering food you can get here," she replies, eyebrows pinched, incredulously. Lena raises her eyebrows in a get-on-with-it kind of way. "French toast bites," Kara finishes, exasperated at Lena's lack of enthusiasm.

"Sweet food for a sweet girl."

Kara's cheeks grow a slight pink. Instead of replying, she dips a piece of her toast in the syrup, and shoves the whole thing in her mouth. Lena simply hums and takes a bit of her own food. Kara smiles like a chipmunk with cheeks full of goodies.

When Lena's finished with her slice of hipster toast, as Kara calls it, a small body runs into her legs from behind. She looks down and finds a small boy with sandy blonde hair and big, blue eyes looking up at her with a toothy grin.

"Hi, there," she smiles at him.

"Henry!" a woman in a flowy maxi dress and brown sandals comes running toward them. She picks him up and gives him a stern look. "I told you not to run off like that!" The woman adjusts him on her hip and shyly realizes she has an audience. "I'm so sorry! He gets too excited about their french toast."

"Oh, no worries," Lena reassures her. She carefully grabs Kara's elbow and says, "This one does too."

Kara acts hurt by placing a hand over her heart. "Well, can you blame me? They're delicious! Aren't they?" she smiles at the boy and waves. He giggles and hides his face in his mother's neck. "Someone's a little shy, huh?"

"He is, isn't he?" the mom kisses his cheek. "I think he has a little crush on you."

"Who, me?" Kara laughs. "No, I think he has eyes for Lena. As most people do." She steps forward and tickles his stomach so he looks at her. Kara holds out her hand for a high five and whispers, "Good choice." He gratefully slaps her hand.

When Kara steps back, Lena is blushing, but rather than call her out on it she ignores it out of respect. Kara smiles at her and Lena smiles back, but then she's suddenly laughing through her nose.

"Darling, you have a little," she gestures at her own face.

"What? I have something on my face?" Kara touches her cheek, but completely misses.

"Here," Lena's fingers tenderly touch the side of her jaw while her thumb swipes her lip. Lena's completely focused on what she's doing, but Kara only has eyes for Lena.

Lena pulls back her hand, thumb now sticky with syrup. Instead of wiping it on the napkin Kara knows Lena has in her bag, she sticks it between her lips and licks it clean.

Kara completely stops breathing.

"How long have you two been together?" a voice snaps her out of her reverie.

Kara gapes at her with wide eyes and stutters, "Um...we, we're uh, just friends."

"Oh," the woman almost looks upset. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to presume. Well, I'll let you get back to your morning." She smiles at them and walks away, leaving a flabbergasted Kara and quiet Lena.

They don't say anything and choose to ignore it while they continue down the street.

—

"Lena, you have to try this," Kara doesn't give her a chance to respond before shoving a spoonful of gelato in Lena's mouth.

Lena gasps and nearly chokes on the ice cold dessert enveloping her tastebuds. She hisses and nods, as she lifts her hand to hastily catch the dribbles of melted chocolate trickling down her chin. Kara winces, "I'm so sorry!"

"No," Lena shakes her head as she swallows, "I just wasn't expecting that."

"Well? How was it?"

"Y'know, I'm not gonna lie...it was pretty fucking delicious."

"Right? Marco really knows his stuff."

"Um," Lena holds her hand out, fingers spread apart to prevent more sticking, and shakes it like she doesn't know what to do.

Kara jumps to action and runs off. She's back in two seconds with a wet wipe and cleans Lena's hand. "Where'd you find that?"

"Don't ask."

"Okay?" Lena laughs breathily. "You're a mystery wrapped inside an enigma, Ms. Danvers."

"I aim to confuse," she jokes.

Lena shakes her head, and eventually says, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it," Kara smiles at her, their eyes locked onto each other. She's finished cleaning her hand, but rather than letting go, her hand stays curled around Lena's, not wanting to ruin the moment.

—

“Oh Rao, you didn’t,” Kara gasps.

Lena turns around and frowns at her. “What?” Kara gestures to Lena’s bag. Lena looks down and chuckles when she realizes what she’s talking about. “In my defense, I was drunk. You know how my shopping brain acts when I’m drunk; I buy things I don’t need.”

“Hmmm, well maybe your alcohol-addled brain just remembered how funny I thought it was and wanted to impress me,” Kara teases with a twitch of her eyebrow.

“I’m sure that’s exactly what happened,” Lena deadpans. She glanced at the words on her bag again and fondly shakes her head. It reads: Oh Kale Yeah, with a bunch of kale on both sides.

“I think so,” Kara steps closer and smiles.

“Oh, really?” Lena raises her eyebrows.

“Yep,” she ends with an extra pop of the ‘p’ and boops her on the nose.

Lena opens her mouth in surprise, a protest on the tip of her tongue, but a voice interrupts her from in front of them.

“You two are such a lovely couple,” the vendor gushes.

Lena and Kara startle, forgetting they’re standing right in front of a stand selling various vegetables and fruits and jars of honey. Behind the table is an older woman, most likely in her late 70s, with streaks of gray hair, crinkly eyes and facial lines as if she’s smiled her whole life.

“Oh, we’re not—”

“Thank you,” Kara answers, smiling bashfully. She pushes a lock of hair behind her ear and says, “I’ll take one bunch of radishes and one spaghetti squash.”

“Coming right up,” the woman replies.

Kara glances over at Lena and gives her a shy smile, before handing the woman a $10 bill and thanking her. She grabs the veggies and carefully drops them in her bag.

“Thank you two, have a wonderful day.”

“Of course, you too!” Kara places her hand on the small of Lena’s back and guides her forward.

As they make their way to the next stand, Kara laughs, remembering their conversation, “I can’t believe you bought that bag. You’re such a giant dork.”

Lena whips around and eyes Kara curiously. Kara’s hand shifts from her back to loosely rest on her waist. Lena’s eyes are squinting from the bright sun, but Kara can see the speckles of gold in them and thinks she’s never looked more beautiful.

“Are we on a date right now?”

Kara's heart quickens and she opens and closes her mouth a few times, until finally she clears her throat, "Did you want it to be?"

"I thought—”

"Because I do," Kara states. "Want it to be a date. But only if you do, of course. I don't want you to feel pressured or like I forced you to hang out with me," she retracts her hand. "That's the last thing I—”

Lena grabs her hand as she pulls it way, not wanting Kara to close herself off. "Hey, I want this just as much as you do."

"Really?"

Lena lightly presses her thumb into the grooves of Kara's knuckles, and absentmindedly plays with them. She smiles, fully dimpled, and says, "I do. Actually, I uh..." she lowers their connected hands and looks off into the distance, mind seemingly elsewhere.

"What is it?" Kara asks. She playfully shakes their arms back and forth to get her attention.

Lena looks at the ground before completely focusing on Kara and those baby blues she's come to know and love. She takes a deep breath and her voice shakes when she whispers, "I think I'm in love with you..." Lena stumbles and shakes her head, "No—I am in love with you."

Kara inhales sharply and Lena thinks she's made a giant mistake. She starts to turn and do something stupid, like run away, but Kara keeps her hold on her and pulls her forward.

Smiling, Kara slowly inches closer leaving the opportunity for Lena to stop her. When Kara's lips press into hers she welcomes it completely. Kara's hands come up to cup Lena's jaw until she moves one to tangle in her hair.

Kara disconnects from her lips, but stays wrapped up in her, their foreheads touching. "I'm in love with you, too," she whispers against soft lips.

"Good," Lena smiles and kisses her again.

#this became longer than I imagined #supercorp #supercorp fic #thanks for the request dani #<3

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[Image Description: An Undertale chat box that has “WHY FANS LOVE UNDERTALE” at its center. Next to it are a line chart and an Egg from the Dating Hub on its left, and a CRIME measurer (also from the Dating Hub) on its right. End I.D.]

[Image Description: a pie chart titled, “LEVEL OF LOVE FOR UNDERTALE.” The textbox on the top right reads, “On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being the least and 10 being the highest, how much do fans enjoy Undertale?” From the top going clockwise, 12 or 0% chose 5 and below; 23 or 1% chose 6; 98, or 4%, chose 7; 325, or 12%, chose 8; 529, or 20%, chose 9; and 1664, or 63%, chose 10. End I.D.]

It’s clear from all of the data analyzed so far that fans who took the time to answer our survey love Undertale. It is unlikely that they would have taken the time to answer so many questions if they had not, and even less likely that they would have come across our survey in the first place. Naturally, it comes as no surprise that 63% of our responders gave their love for Undertale a score of ten out of ten. 95% gave their love for Undertale a score of eight or higher, and only 12 responders responded with five or below, a number so small that their responses had to be lumped together to be visible on the pie chart. Of those, only 3 responders gave their love for Undertale a score of 1, and based on those responders’ other answers, it is likely that they were only intending to troll. We are very fortunate that the vast majority of responders took the survey seriously, enough so that responses like this are barely a blip in the data.

Now, for our final analysis post of the event, we will delve into the reasons that fans love Undertale so dearly.

(Essay and highlights under the cut.)

There have been countless essays on the impact that Undertale has had on people’s lives. I can hardly add more on the subject than what has already been said, but I hope this summary can provide a brief overview of what stood out among the over two thousand answers given in response to this survey. That said, due to the sheer volume of answers, I could not read every single one in depth—however, I did skim all of them, and some that stood out or were representative of several responses have been highlighted below. If you would like to see what every fan who consented to share their response had to say, you may view the full list of responses here. Note that these responses have not been edited in any way. This document may take a long time to load, as it is over 100 pages long.

(Warnings for mentions of suicidal thoughts in the following essay.)

Several responders loved the theme of choices mattering in Undertale. Whether people played the pacifist, merciless, or neutral routes, they enjoyed how the game reacted to their actions. For some, it even made them consider their own morality. One touching response explained the impact that the theme of mercy made on them. “I realized that Mercy isn't something that's given to those who deserve it. Flowey didn't deserve it. I don't deserve it myself. Shoot, we ALL need Mercy in our lives.” Many fans left similar comments about how the themes of Undertale made them better people.

Undertale changed how its fans treat others, and it also changed how fans treat themselves. The theme of staying determined and the messages of hope in the game were a light to a very large portion of fans. I cannot list all of the fans who said that Undertale helped them out of a dark place, or that they would not be alive if not for Undertale. “DETERMINATION became a metaphor for not killing myself at a really rough time in my life and I’ll always cherish that. Undertale isn’t afraid to go to really dark places but at the same time holds on so tight to its hope.”

Undertale brought fans together in unexpected ways. Some said they met friends or significant others through the fandom. “I wouldn't have met my now husband without Undertale,” one fan said. A different fan who is non-native English speaking mentioned that the game and the fan community helped them to learn English.

It would be impossible to discuss Undertale without mentioning the fan community. Whether for good or bad, many responders mentioned the fandom in their responses. Overall the feelings towards the fandom seem positive, though many made references to “toxic” parts of the fandom without specifying which parts they consider toxic. Others rejected the idea of toxicity in fandom. One response said: “[SLAMS FIST ON DESK] I KNOW MOST PEOPLE SAY THE FANDOM IS TOXIC AND CRINGE OR WHATEVER BUT OH MY GOD. The Undertale fandom, both the UTMV and the actual UT fandom, has been so much fun to be a part of. I've met countless friends because of our shared interest in something related to the game! The art people create can be breathtaking and so inspirational, and the fanfics are so so good!! I've seen people write incredible things for this fandom and it's what made me continue writing!”

One thing that makes the Undertale fandom unique is the way it embraces various AUs. Some fans are tired of AU content, but the majority of responses show a love for the creativity behind AUs. “Roll your eyes at the 50th AU Sans all you want, it's encouraging people to step outside the boundaries of fanart and pushing people to make their own ideas! I mean, hell, it was how I gained the confidence to start making my own original content.” The lack of a judgemental atmosphere seems present in the AU community, according to the responses we saw. There is an interesting balance between AU and canon (sometimes referred to as “classic”) content that another responder pointed out: “The fandom helped keep the game alive all these years, with all of its AUs. Although personally, I always enjoyed AUs that kept characters as close to the classic material as possible (dancetale, outertale) I do appreciate the creativity of the fandom. They almost created entirely new stories with new characters of their own! If it weren't for those people, the Undertale fandom would have probably not been as active as it is now. I do feel like we're getting a resurgence of classic content now too! (In 2021)”

Regardless of the many AUs the fandom has created over the years, the original game of Undertale still feels like home for many fans. They wished they could reclaim the feeling of playing the game again for the first time, but even though we can’t reset time in real life, there is still a special feeling for fans each time they play Undertale. One fan said, “Even the best fics I've read can't capture that feeling of nostalgia/almost-"coming home" that comes with hearing the music and talking to the characters.” This feeling is one that can be cherished time and time again. In the words of another responder: “It always feels welcoming like home or like comfort food that I never grow tired of no matter how many times I go to it.” Others pointed out the strength of the found family trope in Undertale, which likely contributes to this feeling of “home” as well.

As mentioned briefly earlier, the music is part of what makes Undertale feel like home for fans. Even when responses focused on other aspects of the game, many would throw in a comment about the soundtrack at the end. One comment focused on the music said “IT'S SO GOOD like I will literally go through the entire thing over and over and not be bored with it. It makes my monkey brain so happy you have no idea.” Like with the game itself, the music has incredible replay value, an amazing feat considering most of the tracks use the same few motifs. “I think what I like the most about Undertale is how the music attaches you to the story,” another responder said. “They're simple melodies that stick with you throughout the whole game, and they can remind you of both good and bad times.”

If the music sticks with fans in their hearts, then the game’s lore sticks with fans in their minds. Even six years after the release of Undertale, fans are still creating new theories and digging up new secrets. The way the game breaks the fourth wall in particular intrigued many fans and has stuck out through all these years. The awareness that the game shows for the RPG genre makes it memorable. The game plays with the player’s expectations and turns them on their heads, all while reminding the player that they’re in a game. There are few other games that do this on such a large scale, so it’s no surprise that fans cite this as one of their favorite things about Undertale.

Lastly, the LGBT+ representation in Undertale has been a huge draw for fans. Especially in 2015, the sheer volume of non-cishet characters was unprecedented, as one fan pointed out: “It's practically unheard of to see so MANY from just one source, especially during its heyday in 2015-16. Hell, you can't even GET the true pacifist ending without helping two gay couples hook up. It's really nice to see all of them being accepted for who they are and not judged for their sexuality or gender, at least in-canon.” The LGBT+ cast including Frisk, Chara, Napstablook, Monster Kid, Mettaton, Alphys, and Undyne each connected with fans in unique ways. It’s clear how important this is from responses such as: “There are canon nonbinary characters 🥺. i have never seen representation of myself before.” “It made me gay and trans so thanks for that.”

Once again I am overwhelmed with just how much there is to say about Undertale. One responder really understood when they compared Undertale to an iceberg, explaining that there are so many layers to the game that there is something for everyone: “everyone can find something to enjoy in the lore/game regardless of what kind of fan they are! Being able to appeal to various types of fans—from simple happy shipper people to deep dive lorediggers—is the mark of the coolest games!” I would have to agree with them.

It’s been six years, and despite everything, it’s still you. Thank you for reading, participating in this survey, and above all, staying determined.

Highlights:

DETERMINATION became a metaphor for not killing myself at a really rough time in my life and I’ll always cherish that. Undertale isn’t afraid to go to really dark places but at the same time holds on so tight to its hope.

I think the coolest thing was having the opportunity to watch the AU community grow from its bare roots. It's nearly insane how big and complex it's gotten, unlike anything I'd ever seen before. Roll your eyes at the 50th AU Sans all you want, it's encouraging people to step outside the boundaries of fanart and pushing people to make their own ideas! I mean, hell, it was how I gained the confidence to start making my own original content.

i love how the lgbt rep is so naturalized... there are just gay people! and its nobodys business!

The music is my go to answer, but what I really really REALLY love is how the minor characters have so much personality to them when you talk to them. They aren't incredibly important to the overall story, but they're all so likeable and diverse that you just can't help but like them immediately!

I think it was the first videogame I have played that broke the fourth wall that much. Of course there has been other videogames that broke it but just for one or two tongue-in-cheek jokes. The guilt of killing mama goat was also something intense as well that I appreciated as an experience and that I didn't think a videogame could cause on someone.

I love how no character can be seen as completely bad! Everyone builds up Asgore as some horrible villain, but he turns out to be a 'fuzzy pushover' who's broken and just wants his family back by the time you meet him. Then you think Flowey's an irredeemable killer who engineered the suffering of the monsters across many timelines, and he is... but he also used to be the kind and beloved Prince Asriel Dreemurr, traumatized by his death and subsequent rebirth, projecting his best friend onto you.

The fact that choices matter in the game. Your first playthrough and getting the golden ending for the first time. I can never replicate those feelings again, wish I could erase my memories and replay the game from the start.

I wouldn't have met my now husband without Undertale.

(Toxic parts of the fandom aside) The community is possibly one of the kindest I've ever met. Cringe culture is completely dead, and I feel like I can be myself. I felt a very close connection to many of the characters, and I loved consuming content about them when I was in a rough patch in my life.

just everything, the whole game has just impacted my life so much. i know it sounds really lame, but when the game first came out, i would purposely put my hands in my pockets and sway slightly, like sans' idle animation. of course i dont do that anymore haha, but undertale still really impacts me to this day, and i wouldnt have it any other way :)

it made me gay and trans so thanks for that

I realized that Mercy isn't something that's given to those who deserve it. Flowey didn't deserve it. I don't deserve it myself. Shoot, we ALL need Mercy in our lives.

The thing I love most about Undertale is no matter how many times I play or watch a playthrough it always makes me genuinely happy. It always feels welcoming like home or like comfort food that I never grow tired of no matter how many times I go to it. Toriel still makes me feel all warm and cozy in her home, the Skelebros always make me laugh, and I still cry on the inside watching Frisk comforting Asriel. And on the flip side the No Mercy run still invokes the negative emotions in me as well. In short Undertale just feels like a second home to me and I always wish I could stay.

The reader inserts are my favorite way to decompress after a hard day

I think Undertale helped me discover my love for 8-bit games, and made me realize how IMPORTANT music is in video games.

the worldbuilding and character design are my favorite parts of the main game apart from the music! I’m also a huge fan of the random AU music- not for like underswap or underfell i like the stuff where someone makes a megalovania for a random au where gru from despicable me replaces sans as the character. i think its funny

Just... the vibe, honestly? Even the best fics I've read can't capture that feeling of nostalgia/almost-"coming home" that comes with hearing the music and talking to the characters.

there are canon nonbinary characters 🥺. i have never seen representation of myself before.

[SLAMS FIST ON DESK] I KNOW MOST PEOPLE SAY THE FANDOM IS TOXIC AND CRINGE OR WHATEVER BUT OH MY GOD. The Undertale fandom, both the UTMV and the actual UT fandom, has been so much fun to be a part of. I've met countless friends because of our shared interest in something related to the game! The art people create can be breathtaking and so inspirational, and the fanfics are so so good!! I've seen people write incredible things for this fandom and it's what made me continue writing!

There's a scene where Frisk (the player) is going towards what is presumably going to be their death. They will fight Asgore and he will use their human soul to break the barrier and free his people. The music, despite the player's impending doom, is... triumphant. You are not the triumphant one here, and yet, the score invites you to experience the monsters' joy and happiness as they tell you the tale of their subjugation. The monsters are going to be free. This is their victory, but they don't hate you or want you to die. They're just... happy. That scene has always struck me very deeply. I feel it represents the best parts of Undertale.

I loved how well thought out the Geno route was. It really made me feel like I was doing something horrible, and the characters were very obviously reacting to dire circumstances.

I dunno? I like Undertale for it's characters, story, music, secrets and many more. I am not good with Headcanons but I also like the neutral endings and how different they can depending on who you spare and kill

I was very bad at english before, i thought i couldn't progress because i was very shy and not confident. But my sibling and i wanted to have the best experience with this game so we wanted to play it in english. It's this game and the fandom which helped me to make huge progress in english !

THE SOUNDTRACK. IT'S SO GOOD like I will literally go through the entire thing over and over and not be bored with it. It makes my monkey brain so happy you have no idea.

to avoid writing an essay i will say one word. Mettaton

It is like Toby specifically made the games to fit the iceberg meme and it's awesome, everyone can find something to enjoy in the lore/game regardless of what kind of fan they are! Being able to appeal to various types of fans - from simple happy shipper people to deep dive lorediggers is the mark of the coolest games!

I love almost everything about Undertale as a game on its own. The music, the art and especially the characters and how they interact. They made me feel at home. Undertale means a huge amount to me. (I even got a tattoo of the castle when you and MK walk together!) The fandom helped keep the game alive all these years, with all of its AUs. Although personally, I always enjoyed AUs that kept characters as close to the classic material as possible (dancetale, outertale) I do appreciate the creativity of the fandom. They almost created entirely new stories with new characters of their own! If it weren't for those people, the Undertake fandom would have probably not been as active as it is now. I do feel like we're getting a resurgence of classic content now too! (In 2021)

the mystery. toby fox refused to give answers to anything and i think thats very sexy of him.

I just feel guilty for liking it so much when I'm in my 30's. But I recently got diagnosed with ASD, so I guess it explains things a bit. Many ppl consider Papyrus to be neurodivergent, and some adult fans are too, so seeing that makes me feel a bit better.

i think about "Despite everything, it's still you" everyday of my life.

I like how it's just as funny as it can be serious. All routes are this way. I laughed as much as I cried when I played the Pacifist route and then once I opened the game again and Flowey was telling me to let them be happy, I immediately turned off the game. I somehow felt bad.

The Found Family Trope

The True Pacifist Ending is just...man. And the fanworks about saving everyone even when the game doesn't let you? MANNNNNN

I think what I like the most about Undertale is how the music attaches you to the story. They're simple melodies that stick with you throughout the whole game, and they can remind you of both good and bad times.

there's honestly a LOT to love about this game, but i think one of my favorite things about it is just how many lgbt+ characters there are??? i can think of alphys, undyne, frisk, chara, mettaton, napstablook, monster kid, asgore, mad mew mew, the dress lion, the royal guards, and arguably even papyrus off of the top of my head, but im sure i'm forgetting a few from just undertale alone (there's even MORE in deltarune)!! it's practically unheard of to see so MANY from just one source, especially during its heyday in 2015-16. hell, you can't even GET the true pacifist ending without helping two gay couples hook up. it's really nice to see all of them being accepted for who they are and not judged for their sexuality or gender, at least in-canon.

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